Song | The Lady of the wood |
Artist | Carved in Stone |
Album | Hear the Voice |
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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 everytime he killed a deer, | |
oh, how she cried her hot, bitter tears, | |
everytime 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. |
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 everytime he killed a deer, | |
oh, how she cried her hot, bitter tears, | |
everytime 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. |
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 everytime he killed a deer, | |
oh, how she cried her hot, bitter tears, | |
everytime 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. |