Autumn was in its prime Fruits turned to golden wine The heath shone purple and the haze so softly rose And hovered over the ground By magic without sound Three figures appeared on misty soil to the village close ♪ They appeared as maidens to the ball At the hour of nightfall So strange yet beautiful ♪ With a glint of sadness in their eyes That could not be denied Yet it added to their charms As they gladly joined the dance ♪ And they danced As if their life depended on their pace Any man was under a charm And awed by their embrace But the night had come to end With the morning rays ♪ Vanished into the dark Forever gone and never seen again ♪ As if night engulfed their shapes And kept them forevermore Now blue flames glide in the mist of the moonlit moor And enchant any man As they dance through the endless night of their souls