🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: The Lady Of The Wood - Carved In Stone

 There was a maiden, young  sweet,
 Whose  left her all alone;
 being  year old, she was laid
 down on a bed of cold,  stone.
 How she  nobody knew
 for the wood was  dark and cold,
  growing up she learned the truth
 and got a heart, as pure  gold.
 
 And every time she ran  the meadows
 and everytime she sang a 
 there was  silvery light all around her
 everywhere she came 
 
  did not fear the howling wolves,
  did not fear the blackest night,
 they were the family  lost
  she grew up in nature´s might.
 The only  that frightened her
 was when she heard the  shot,
 and every time this cruel man 
 there was a rain of tears  blood.
 
  every time she cried for the fallen
 and everytime he killed  deer,
 oh, how  cried her hot, bitter tears,
 everytime  man was near.
 
 So she  love and she did hate
 and grew a woman,  and old;
  lived life in a wonderland
 with so much  to behold.
 She  the wood, she knew the wolves,
 she knew  deers, they all were one,
 they  with owls and unicorns,
 but  one day the girl was gone.
 
 And then it rained  if heaven was crying
  the wood´s lady now was dead;
  the beasts carried her to her meadows
 and  full bloom was her last bed.