Dream Of The Archer de Heart

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

Crying, ah, beautiful dancers
Wake up from your sleep!
Ahh! Gentle romacers
Drink of love so sweet!

Treasure glowing in their eyes
Forest deepends
Dark their dream
"Keep to the pathways", he advised
"The woods are more than they might seem"
"Heed you now the apparition bending never ending
Sounds
Calling you into her mystery
"Are your eyes nor sparkling now?"

Sighing, "Ah, take you no warning
Make no foolish fight
Ah, think not of morning
Lie here through the night"

"Beauty, take us!", they call
"In my arms!", they hear her say
Silken web falls
Mist illusion rips away
"Helpless! Helpless!", now they scream
Helpless on the path he stands
And awakens from his dream singing string
Beneath his hand

Gentle archer ages old
Release the aim
Free the goal
Roll your arrow to my soul
Release the aim
Free the goal