Out of the misty forestThe rider came tired and dawncastA chilly night was descendingThe first snows fell forever it would lastSpirits of the woods they do rememberThe rider who had wandered for a hundred yearsShadows of the night can be heard whisperingHis name that flows in many mortal tearsThe night he was his fatherDark and cold where the brothers in his kinThe moon she was his motherThe sisters hi hath where hate, woe and sinSpirits of the woods they do rememberThe rider who had wandered for a hundred yearsShadows of the night can be heard whisperingHis name that flows in many mortal tearsLonely and disappointedHe turned his horse back towards his homeWhen he left it the first flowers of spring bloomedAh, memories old...Spirits of the woods they do rememberThe rider who had wandered for a hundred yearsShadows of the night can be heard whisperingHis name that flows in many mortal tears