Mistwalker - Daughter of the River

She swims amongst the reeds
To find what she needs
To plant the seeds
Watch the old forest grow
When those seeds are sewn
Shifting roots in tow
The water maiden's pleased

Hair of golden silk
Wearing green grass dress
Not of elvish ilk
Skin as white as milk
This place has grown to live as her own domain
Her charter drawn in vain
The moon here never wanes

Flowers of every shade
Deep ponds and streams
Where she naked wades
But under care of dearest Tom
No foul darkness creeps forth of the bog
When they're singing their ancient songs

Goldberry is her name
She is the goddess
Of herbs and trees and of this place
Captivated by her voice
Given no choice
Must follow this melodic noise
Until the forest is destroyed

Written by:
Greg Sweetapple

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