I hear her call from within the mist
And the rustle of autumn leaves
In the ruddy cheeks that summer kissed
And whispers of the breeze
The winter-lands and frozen lakes
Amber-glowing in ambrosial light
In the evening and before day breaks
She bathes in the moon-light
In silence where the footsteps tread
Lost in wind and downy sweep
Snow falls upon moon-lit paths
Where days are gathered ankle-deep
The stars like flickering embers
Now shining as a dream
Of moon-lit mountains, crystal fountains
And rolling summer streams
The Lady of the Woods appears
As the evening draws near
Fading as the light once burned
In longing hearts of yesteryear
Sometimes she’s but a glimpse
Where fleeting shadows catch the light
But to me you are as true as any lover
Who walks these woods by night
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