A pale sun rises Intendrilsoflight Long golden fingers Push back the night As the sun warms the earth Her sap starts to rise And gently she is roused From the winter demise Dryad awakening; she hears the spring call Dryad awakening; she holds us in thrall Dryad awakening; she embraces the breeze Dryad awakening; she sings through the trees
She stands tall and slender In sunlight she dances She shakes her tresses And stretches her branches She sings and she sways She is beauty and grace Daugther of Earth We feel her pulse race
Dryad awakening; she drinks in the rain Dryad awakening; her magic remains Dryad awakening; unfurling her leaves Dryad awakening; Quenn of the Trees