Whispers of the Moor ext v2

Through ancient woods she roams

By the old stone walls, so grand

With a lantern in hand

Guided by unseen hands

Beneath the stars' soft glow

Finding paths only she knows

In the mist of the moor

She wanders without fate

With a song in her heart

As the twilight grows late

And the winds ever whisper

Of tales they rearrange