And we journey for lost stories

From the deep forgotten wood

And search upon each hilltop

For places where she stood

We follow what we hear

Sleeping when we could

Wishing for respite

Our septuplet brotherhood

But traces of her hair

Black as ebony wood

Cannot be found as we

Search for bad and good

She disappeared one night

Though the casket had withstood

We're certain she was stolen

By a morbid Robin Hood

But never shall we rest

Though we know we should

We'll find her once again

The girl who understood