The morning dew
Flowing down her breast
As she lies on the poppy

She's a dryad-it's her excuse

Inside the old shack

Of oak wood
Overgrown by weed
She's a dryad-as a shrine


In her eyes flower blooms
She smells like a parfume

She's a dryad-she has to shine

After the nightfall

Night's so long
She's dancing on the meadows
She's a dryad-wild as hind


She takes a bath
In crystal pool

As moss she is green
She's a dryad-i want to see her


She's jumping over the trunks
Through the musk
And shade of dusk

She's a dryad-she has to fly

I'm yearning to see her

Sometimes it's so hard
She avoids grey daylight
Sometimes it's so hard

To find her

She's a dryad-she's not my woman