There was a maiden, young and sweet   Whose parents left her all alone   being one year old, she was laid   down on a bed of cold, grey stone   How she survived nobody knew   for the wood was so dark and cold   but growing up she learned the truth   and got a heart, as pure as gold      And every time she ran through the meadows   and everytime she sang a song   there was this silvery light all around her   everywhere she came along      She did not fear the howling wolves   she did not fear the blackest night   they were the family she´d lost   so she grew up in nature´s might   The only thing that frightened her   was when she heard the hunter´s shot   and every time this cruel man came   there was a rain of tears and blood      And every time she cried for the fallen   and every time he killed a deer   oh, how she cried her hot, bitter tears   every time this man was near      So she did love and she did hate   and grew a woman, wise and old   she lived life in a wonderland   with so much magic to behold   She knew the wood, she knew the wolves   she knew the deers, they all were one   they played with owls and unicorns   but then one day the girl was gone      And then it rained as if heaven was crying   for the wood´s lady now was dead   so the beasts carried her to her meadows   and in full bloom was her last bed