In ancient times, her self was bur a breeze Blowing softly on Fields of vivid Green, The rustling leaves would dance and twirl and fade While in the Woods I wandered by her shade The moon would pour herself as in a stream Casting many a shadow with her gleam, Eternity was hers within that Glade While in the Woods I wandered by her shade While in the Woods I wandered by her shade Myself I found outcast from my old state I bade adieu and softly embraced my fate While in the Woods I wandered by her shade.