Amelia

In the middle of the woods, she builds her base,
A lovely little cabin by a stream,
That’s where my Amelia lives, my desire, my love,
All my happiness, all my treasure. (repeat)

She never wanted or idolized anyone,
Her soul is chaste and pure, love never stained.
And one afternoon, seeing me cry in the woods,
She felt so sorry and offered me her love.

Blessed be you, fairy of the woods,
Goddess of suffering, beautiful angel of love;
Now that you love me, your name so pure,
I’ll carve Amelia in my heart. (repeat)