Dream of the Archer

Wayfaring warrior soul

Still wild, the archer stands

Arrow measured to the goal

Sing of strong and living man

In his mind there is a vision wand'ring through the forest towns

Telling of riches only given if through the woods the way is found

Crying, ahh! Beautiful dancers

Wake up from your sleep!

Ahh! Gentle romancers

Drink of love so sweet!

Treasure glowing in their eyes

Forest deepens, dark their dream

"Keep to the pathways", he advised, "The woods are more than they might seem"

I'd heed you now the apparition bending never ending sounds

Calling you away to a mystery

Are your eyes not sparkling now?

Sighing, ahh! Take you no warning

Make no foolish fight

Ahh, think not of morning

Lie here through the night

"Beauty take us!", they call, "In my arms!"

They hear her say

As the silken web falls, mist illusion rips away

"Helpless! Helpless!", now they scream

Helpless on the path he stands

And awakens, awakens from his dream singing string beneath his hand

Gentle archer ages old

Release the aim, free the goal

Come on, roll your arrow to my soul

Release the aim, free the goal

Goal, goal

Goal, goal