They say the hills whisper
where the north rivers run
and the midnight skies dance
until winter is done
and they say there's a woman
who takes a man's breath
the warmth of her body
worth a devil's barter for death.

They say that this woman
in their dreams I am told
has eyes made of opal
and hair of fool's gold
her kiss but to long for
and a smile of moon glow
and her love but a treasure
that they'll never know.

It's said that the wheat fields
wave a prayer to the sun
in homage for mercy
until harvest is done

and they speak of a woman
where the north rivers run
and the midnight skies dance
until winter is done.