Forest Queen awaken now,
Let flow your emerald locks.
While singing birds go merrily,
And on your breast thrice knock.
Noontide comes and sea green hair,
Show a flash of violet.
While awestruck subjects gaze eternal,
And keep respectful silent.
Evening comes and royalty,
Must yield to crueler powers.
Her locks now red and brown in tint,
Cascade in mournful showers.
Nightfall comes upon the woods,
The queen is laid to rest.
And sorrowful mourners disperse forth,
To keep their own the best.
But shed no tear for the Forest Queen,
The story ends not here.
For come the morn, she’ll rise once more,
To rule another year.