Deep in the woodland he first laid his gaze Upon her silver skin Stars in a crown lit her hair so fine Her gown was brighter than the spring Then she turned to him, how could he know When she held out her hand Far away, in the distance A bell rang She laid a glamour upon him, calling him to this place Where all of the world he had known to be true Was gone, with never a trace All of the charms she had gathered All of those dreams she wove They held him spellbound; he could not resist From the moment he entered that grove When she turned to him, he was lost When she held out her hand Far away in the distance A bell rang