Wayfaring warrior soul
Still wild the archer stands
Arrow measured to the goal
Sing of strong and living man
In his mind there is a vision of wand'ring
Through the forest towns
Telling of riches only given
If through the woods the way is found
Crying, "Beautiful dancers
Wake up from your sleep
Gentle romancers
Drink of love so sweet"
Treasure glowing in their eyes
The forest deepens dark their dream
"Keep to the pathway" he advised
"The woods are more than they might seem"
"I'd heed you now
The apparition bending never ending sounds
Calling you into her mystery
Are your eyes not sparkling now?"
Sighing, "Take you no warning
Make no foolish fight
Think not of morning
Lie here through the night"
"Beauty take us!" they call "In my arms!"
They hear her say
As the silken web falls
The mist illusion rips away
"Helpless! helpless!" now they scream
Helpless on the path he stands
And awakens, awakens from his dream
Singing string beneath his hand
Gentle archer ages old
Release the aim, free the goal
Come on roll your arrow to my soul
Release the aim, free the goal, goal, goal