In the hills where the tall grass sways,
Lived a fox with a thousand ways.
He spoke in wind, he walked in light,
And vanished clean with every night.

Oh, run, run fast through the forest deep,
Where the shadows play and the branches weep.
Sing the song that the owls once knew,
With the echoing call of the night so blue.

A girl with a crown made of frozen rain,
Danced with wolves and forgot her name.
She followed the stars to a broken tree,
Where time stood still and hearts ran free.

Oh, run, run fast through the forest deep,
Where the shadows play and the branches weep.
Sing the song that the owls once knew,
With the echoing call of the night so blue.

They met at the edge of the howling stone,
Where silence speaks and dreams have grown.
Together they climbed to the sky’s cold flame,
And whispered the wind with a secret name.

Oh, run, run fast through the forest deep,
Where the shadows play and the branches weep.
Sing the song that the owls once knew,
With the echoing call of the night so blue.