Unborn yet O' daughter of firs,
Open thy eyes to the light,
Thus born O' daughter of tears,
I shalt train to be thy knight.
Sleep so O' princess of dreams,
listen to the hum of harmony,
Play so O' princess of streams,
Dance to the heart of symphony.
Fear not O' princess of mine,
Be it the day of darken come,
Cry not O' princess of thine,
For light will surely come.
Yearn not O' lady fine,
For I your knight shall shine,
Praise not O' lady divine,
To your life will I consign.
