Paroles de Lady Of Goldenwood

Midwood in autumn moon Dawning upon silver dew Shimmering like fireflies And golden leaves from up high Striding up to me The lady of goldenwood In shrouds of pearls and palest white Though she bears the mark of the wilds She is the queen of her kind Sung by flutes of ivory Notes soar round the elder tree Stairs ascending to far up high Where golden leaves kiss the sky The lady of goldenwood In shrouds of pearls and palest white Though she bears the mark of the wilds She is the queen of her kind