In the ancient woodland   Meet the oldest man   With a huge smile on his face   For joy and peace he stands      Boundaries of his green kingdom   Shall not be passed by the evil   Mastered with the might erstwhile   Meek in the stranger who crosses the line      Meet the maiden young and fair   Bearing beauty so rare   Even elves would praise her grace   Daughter of Bonfire Glade   Guards of birds, streams and herbs   Knock on their door disturbs   Blithe old gaffer and lovely maid   Share their hearty place      Iarwain Ben-adar   From the early days   Forgotten demigod   Or elder insane?      Pointy hat with feather   Bobbing around   Leather boots so huge   Coloured with yellow   Jolly tunes and rhymes   Sang out loud, the whole entity   Cheer and mellow      Touch of green, touch of gold   Their honest emotion   Through your heart   Through your soul   Their purest devotion   Touch of green, touch of gold   Their dearest creation   Through your heart   Through your soul   Their greenest carnation      Iarwain Ben-adar   From the early days   Forgotten demigod   Or elder insane?      Boundaries of his green kingdom   Shall not be passed by the evil   Mastered with the might erstwhile   Meek in the stranger who crosses the line