The morning dew 
Flowing down her breast 
As she lies on the poppy 
She's a dryad-it's her excuse 

Inside the old shack 
Of oak wood 
Overgrown by weed 
She's a dryad-as a shrine 

In her eyes flower blooms 
She smells like a parfume 
She's a dryad-she has to shine 

After the nightfall 
Night's so long 
She's dancing on the meadows 
She's a dryad-wild as hind 

She takes a bath 
In crystal pool 
As moss she is green 
She's a dryad-i want to see her 

She's jumping over the trunks 
Through the musk 
And shade of dusk 
She's a dryad-she has to fly 

I'm yearning to see her 
Sometimes it's so hard 
She avoids grey daylight 
Sometimes it's so hard 
To find her 

She's a dryad-she's not my woman