She walks as in a dream
along a silver stream
the moon is hiding still
behind a cloud that will
reveal moon's pale blue light
in winter's last black night

while roaring waters fall
and hide behind their wall
a cave leading to a fire
where tiny trolls admire
the old ones telling tales
of love and hate in dales

soon morning's golden ray
a new spring's glorious day
make trolls draw back in fear
the dangerous light is near
so they will sleep and rest
till a red sun sets in the west

but she walks through the night
wings meet the sparkling light
her feet tread mossy ground
behind ferns the well is found
her arms welcome a dear friend
her love for spring will never end.