Where, oh where, does the young deer run
Over mountain and valleys
Under winter sun

Oh where, oh where, does the young fox go
Over fields
Over rivers
Through the falling snow

I am here, I am here
Waiting for my love
By the stars
By the moon
A singing silver dove

Now away, you hunters
With bow
And blade
Lest Brokilon Forest take you in her sweet embrace

Away, you hunters
With bow
And blade
Lest she takе you to the forgotten place