The pale grey faces sudden crosses
On silent mountains treading like leopards
Along the narrow mountain passes
Traveling to willow brook
Amat tunc tu dominus
Nihil sin ne, dominum
Amor tunc tu
Cum tu tunc capiam meam
Milk-sweet earth clinging, grass breathing morning
Farmhound on his land
That was given to him by his master
The squire of willow brook
Amat tunc tu dominus
Nihil sin ne, dominum
Amor tunc tu
Cum tu tunc capiam meam
Fairies hiding behind the trees
Because of the visiting citizens of pixieland
Who are all standing in circles scratching their foreheads
With one green finger perplexedly
Amat tunc tu dominus
Nihil sin ne, dominum
Amor tunc tu
Cum tu tunc capiam meam