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By the silver stream,
the cold moon rises high (ah-la-li)
Under branches green, where the pale deer sigh
Sing the mythic song of the ancient tree (oh-rho-li) Hear the forest
call, calling you to me
In the shadows deep,
where the old stone lies (hummmm)
We will keep the watch,
under heavy skies
Sing the mythic song of the ancient tree
(oh-rho-li) Hear the forest call,
calling you to me
Run through the dark wood
Follow the old ways
Where the ancestors stood
Through the
eternal days
By the silver stream,
the cold moon rises high (ah-la-li)
Under branches green...