The wilderness mistress |
Winter has tucked in the village and blankets the stables |
Young hearts warm up in the tavern, there's food on the tables |
He and his wilderness mistress are dancing like mist inside a waterfall |
Glowing with pride in the darkness, kiss in the mist inside a waterfall |
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But rumors, like wind-driven snowflakes, are spreading and falling |
Starlight on frosty lake shining, so crisp and enthralling |
He and his wilderness mistress are fleeing like mist into a waterfall |
Glowing with pride in the darkness, kiss in the mist inside a waterfall |
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(Vilda... vilda... vilda...) |
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A wagon rolls into the moonlight and snowdrift along a winding road stand tall |
Hoofbeats still clatter around the hills, carefree and wistful as a waterfall |
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Night snow has left a new blanket, erasing their traces |
Bravely they wander together with spring in their faces |
He and his wilderness mistress are dancing like mist inside a waterfall |
Glowing with pride in the darkness, kiss in the mist inside a waterfall |
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Glowing with pride in the darkness, kiss in the mist inside a waterfall |
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Oo... |