I ask you now, my maiden fair, will you come with me today?
For time is waning on my love, and we must be swift away.
Would you take a walk with me my love,
My young enchanting dryad fair,
The birdsong flows out from your voice,
The river lilies in your hair.
To lands enchanted we will walk,
Through worlds yet unexplored,
And paths of green we soon will see,
And magic will unfold.
These unknown lands, my princess fair,
Is bathed in silver light
The wild and untamed wilderness,
Will be our bed tonight.
The waters fresh, and cold and clear,
Will trickle by our feet.
And many wandering creatures dear,
We may by chance could meet.
The deer-man and his set of pipes,
A merry song he plays,
Of wild wandering maidens fair, and passion neath the leaves.
We’ll wander near, and wander far, through rain, and fog and sun.
The forest paths will be our guide, the forest’s floor our home.
So, follow me, my young, sweet one, your beauty is enchanting,
Come, follow me down to the woods, and there we will go dancing.
Like new-grown leaves on summer’s morn, we’ll sprout alive with joy.
The world we find will be our own, the world out there a toy.
This world my love we walk in now, is trifling and astray.
The world I love, my darling fair, I’ll take you if I may.
It is unlike the world you know, so full of endless noise,
For there is life in silence, and a sea of endless joys.
This natural realm in which we’ll walk, is unlike any other,
It is a land of peace and rest, and sends the heart aflutter.
So come, my sweet, my maiden fair, come walk with me a ways.
Come stay with me in land of rest, come stay for many days.
I’ve come out here to search for thee, Oh woman of my wonder.
I’ve come out here and I have found, the one that I came after.
You see my friend; I look at you and time just seems to fade. Like the sun stood still over trees and hills, and the light stopped in the glade.
I make you now an offering small, but please I beg thee, take it.
If you would come and see my world, I’m sure that you would like it.
I have a palace yonder there, across the wood expanse,
A stone palazzo gold and fair, and set for bright romance.
A table there, prepared for thee, sits now in humble waiting.
And servants many I have for you, who long to give you greeting.
The feast that sits upon the stone, the table set awaiting,
Is unlike any feast of here, it is no feast of fleeting.
The food upon the table dear, is good, of hearty stock.
It comes right from my woodland world, and with it there is no lock.
There is no end to the food I give, it’s bountiful and plenty.
And If you eat of it my dear, your heart will not be empty.
And hunger there is a passing thing, a burden left behind,
You never will feel cold again, the warmth of my home will provide.
So, I ask you now, sweet maiden fair, will come with me today?
For time is waning on my sweet, and we must be swift away.