In the deep and ancient forest,
Where the whispering winds do wander,
Where the rivers, swift and silver,
Sing their song of seeping sorrow,
Stands the oak in mighty silence,
Looms eternal, boughs all bare,
Bearing witness to the ages,
Bearing solace to the aged,
Tidings good to those who bear,
Bear the light to cleanse all darkness,
As from east, the dawn approaches,
Sure as leopard 'pon her prey,
Soft of foot upon the meadow,
Soft upon the Morning star,
Ishtar in her morn array,
Bids adieu to darkest evil,
Adieu to deepest night,
With presage of hope and courage
Bows to brightest, king of light.