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Rough bark clings to the tree, Whispering winds set me free. Flickering Flame leaps to the sky, Dancing wood nymphs leaping high. Follow the light to its source, Magic drawing you with its force. Robin Goodfellow can't you see, A dancing wood spirit is what I want to be. I met a peri with hair so fair, Forever whom my life will share. Tromping through the groves we dance, In and out of gardens we prance. The breeze forever at our back, The magical energy we'll never lack. Robin Goodfellow can't you see, A dancing wood spirit is what I want to be. Springtime sun shinning bright, Giving us warmth we bask in its light. Round and round the maypole we go, Dancing to the tune of this lovely show. Then All Hallow Eve mischief we create, We do the deeds then follow our fate. Robin Goodfellow can't you see, A dancing wood spirit is what I want to be. Robin Goodfellow, Set me free.
Say that I do, Say that I don't. It'll be my pistol's muzzle, Filled with smoke. Say that you will, Say that you won't. It doesn't change the end, Of the story I wrote. Say that I do, Say that I die. It'll be my souls turn, To learn to fly.
