You are the elf of May
the ancient lore
You are the sudden gleam through clouds' rift
fleeting and pale
You are the robin at my windowsill
that comes and goes without a trace
While
I cherish memories of you
yet more
I cherish the world graced by you
You are the elf of May
the ancient lore
You are the sudden gleam through clouds' rift
fleeting and pale
You are the robin at my windowsill
that comes and goes without a trace
While
I cherish memories of you
yet more
I cherish the world graced by you