In the forest that tips and turns
a handsome elf man, a maiden he lures
his blond hair that curls at the ends
his enchanted forest that he lives in
his gold eyes that twinkle in the light
an innocent maiden, he lures in the night
he calls out from the trees to the maiden: come, come
my dear
she wanders around the swaying pines, she is filled with little fear
when she reaches the handsome elfin prince they dance in the light of the moon
only can they hear their beautiful love tune
