People dancing around a fire colours in the air
Won't you come my love to the country fair?
Kings will come from everywhere caskets full of gold
Yeomen from the South
Rich men from the North
They're coming hoping to win the bride The king's daughter pretty as
A fairy tale lovely as the first of May Pure as a
Spring she's in love with this young boy from the village
But her father is a king wanted her to be the queen live in the glory?
Night is covering the sky wide and full of pride here the winner
Comes looking for the bride servants looking everywhere but she
Can't be found she's running with her love she left behind the crown
The soldiers, holding up the fires,
Cry in the forest wishing not to find them there not to find them
Anywhere the king wants them dead but their fate
Was to die In the forest where they first made love
By the river of their own keeping their promise
