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

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