Nature's Word - Макс Брух

She kisses goodbye to her good luck charms

And faces the world with open arms

Brows furrowed, and hair long

Tresses move the leaves as she walks

Bewitched by the trees and the flowers that grow

The branches call to her down below

Her alluring eyes go way back in time

And an old soul reaches from within

A sound of pity fills the air

And the girl stumbles down to the woods' earthy lair

Her dress dragged behind, and her feet were bare

She knew what to come was of fear

Now only dust is left behind

And she’s falling

Ooh

The witch was kind, but the witch was young

In the end her wisdom was what did her undone

To trust the plants, and rivers, and trees

Ends only in ashes, scattered along the breeze