| Adrift between the pure innocence |
| And the wuthering waves of needed defence |
| She has come to enlighten November dusks |
| She has come, oh Ethel, the nymphs with her basked |
| The leaves foretold she’d come in a whirl |
| The twigs of trees |
| Twitched and twirled |
| She has come to heighten our poor sentiments |
| She has come, oh Luna, ethereal descent |
| Within the heart of a mid-summer night |
| You are drumming the rhythm |
| The dance of time |
| Within the arms of a gentle wind |
| You are wavering forever in the midst of a dream |
| Wohoo |
| Forged into the branches of oaks |
| Cladded with Ivy tunic of gold |
| Like a stardust fall |
| A gift from the skies |
| A pure soul sent in a world full of lies |
| Within the heart of a mid-summer night |
| You are drumming the rhythm |
| The dance of time |
| Within the arms of a gentle wind |
| You are wavering forever in the midst of a dream |
| Within the heart of a mid-summer night |
| You are drumming the rhythm |
| The dance of time |
| Within the arms of a gentle wind |
| You are wavering forever in the midst of a dream |