Sing of strong and living man
"And in my arms!", they hear her say
Come on roll, roll to my soul
Cry, beautiful dancers
Release the aim, free the goal
To singing string beneath his hand
And the mist illusion rips away
"Keep to the pathway", he advises
Sigh, think not of morning
Roll your arrow to my soul
Are your eyes not sparkling now?
Lie here through the night
Cry, gentle romancers
Through the woods the way is found
Call you deep inside with mystery
Treasure glowing in their eyes
Make no foolish fight
"The woods are more than they might seem"
Arrow measured to the goal
Wandering through the forest towns
The forest deepens dark their dream
Helpless on the path he stands
Sigh, take you no warning
Gentle archer ages old
Drink of love so sweet
Singing of riches only given if
Wake up from your sleep
And awakens from a dream
Just then the silken web falls
In his mind there is a vision
"Helpless! helpless!" now they scream and
With a bending never ending sound
And heed you now the apparition
"Beauty take us!", they cry
