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 '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

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