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

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