Its long time since that day he sang to me in the deep Brandywood, years has passed and people lost, but still i remember every word, like was it sung today;
Beyond the hills there lies a wood.
Of trees of old, I speak with truth.
There I now wander, not on my own.
Through a land, for many yet unknown.
My heart lies with her, she, mistress of the wood.
For she is a pure radiation of peace and youth.
Her hair in such beauty, chestnut brown,
her green eyes that shine under her frown.
