A great lord came walking through the forest
One morning with a weapon in his hand;
Rich was his castle, he lacked for nothing,
But killing was his plan;
When a white bird flew by she fell from the sky,
Nothing was found, only blood on the ground, she was gone;
Cursing his fortune,
He turned to the forest to kill once again,
And standing before him was a lovely young woman
With her hand hung in pain,
When he saw her his eyes were filled with desire,
He said «I must have her, she must be mine,
She will be mine…»
He offered her silver, he offered her gold,
But she threw it on the ground,
He fell to his knees and he begged her,
«Oh please come with me,
What you wish will be found;»
She said, «Sire, I’ll go if you put up your bow,
And spare these creatures, leave them in peace,
You have no need…»
But her words were lost in the wind
His eyes were fixed on a queen
And all he saw was a woman
And all she was, was a dream…
Oh oh…And all he saw was a woman, and all she was,
Was a dream…