Girl From The Woods

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.''