Travelling along the country road

Been a wanderer all thy life

The great stallion he took

Fiercely facing all the strife

Through the forest he rode

There stood an angel 

Radiant in the midst of the woods

Sheds the light of divine grace

She wore a robe of white satin

Guarded by flying butterflies

Smelling fresh of the flowers she wore

Holds the potion of life

And he stops by marvel

With tears of joy

 kneel with arms up in the air

Seeking her blissful union