The birds are alarmed here, boding no good,
The fur-trees are all of a tremble.
You live in a magical mystery wood,
To leave it you are unable.
Though the cherry-trees dry their linen in space
And the lilac-trees bloom over here,
Iíll take you away to the Palace, - the place
Where trumpets and pipes you will hear.
The wizards have hidden your world from man
For ages ahead, I imagine.
You think that no other thing under the sun
Is greater than this wood of magic.
Though the dew drops at day-break do not leave the trace,
Though the moon and the sky cause commotion,
I shall take you away to the tower, - the place
With a wonderful view of the ocean.
So when will it happen? What time and what day
Iíll see you discreetly come out
And in my arms I shall take you away
To where you cannot be found?
Iíll kidnap you if only you give your consent,
Just think of the pains I have taken!
Now to love in a cottage youíll have to assent
Once the Palace is no longer vacant.