Over hill and over dale, I chase her all night long.
She laughs when I can’t find her, she leads me with her song
I chase her over hill and over dale, when I find her no one’s there
Nothing but the moonlight through the trees
Gone in a flash, lost through the glass
of my window gone blurry between seams
And so I wander far and wide, wishing she were by my side
And until then, I cry and bend my branches on the wind of summer’s gates
—KA 2014