On hills where sleeping ferns so softly lie,

I run barefoot as little streams rush by.

My home's a hut beneath a rocky wall,

He waited for me from his castle tall.

His eyes are green like summer grass so deep,

While I have only crows my flock to keep.

But every evening, when the moon would shine,

I knew that he was truly, only mine.

Oh, fly, my song, across the field and fen,

So he can hear his land loves him again!

My every step, a tap dance in the dew,

My simple heart holds magic just for you.

His father threatened from his throne of stone,

"No noble gardens for the poor are grown."

But can the shine of gold make warm the blood,

When in the soul there is a single love?

His words are like the sweetest summer mead,

They make my poor and humble spirit plead.

Let people say we two can never be,

We'll write our own tale, wild and ever free.

Oh, fly, my song, across the field and fen,

So he can hear his land loves him again!

My every step, a tap dance in the dew,

My simple heart holds magic just for you.

They whisper that it's just a foolish dream,

A fragile bridge across a flowing stream.

But I will weave a wildflower in my hair,

And trust our sun will rise beyond compare.

One night he'll run away and come to me,

A brand new path for all the world to see.

We'll leave the castle, riches, and the lies,

True love's a thing that no one ever buys.

My footsteps tap upon the morning dew...

Our love flies on, forever strong and new...