Girl From The Woods - Galahad

I will tell you the story 'bout the girl from the woods

People say that she’s crazy, don’t like her neighbourhood

And the young man who meets her he’s eighteen years old

says: she’s beasty, with red hair, the eyes are so cold.

She can talk to the flowers and she swims in the sea

Naked without clothes, without shame, no one can see

that she’s happy, but still there’s a feeling inside

She cannot explain, has no words to describe.

And the crowd begins to whisper: ''She's a witch, she is wild

All the things she is doing only does a hell’s child.''

Her hair is not red, what the boy told was a lie

Her eyes will catch the sun and she follows the sky

The young man comes back, in his hand hold a knife:

''I'll kill this young maiden 'cause she’s devil’s wife.''

And the crowd begins to whisper: ''She's a witch, she is wild

she must go, we don’t want her, we don’t need a hell’s child''

She turns back from the sea and there stands the young guy

so nice and so strong and so lovely in her eyes

He comes near to embrace her, she’s happy as can be

the cold knife in her heart she never will feel.

And the crowd began to whisper: ''He's a devil, he is wild

he must go, we don’t want him, has killed an innocent child.''