You ask me of paradise?
Paradise is that place I once and now know
Where sheep freely roam about the place
Grazing with no fear of wolf
Where frogs bask peacefully in the midday sun
Upon the banks of the lake
And oh, that lake
With waters clear and fresh and calm
What surrounds the castle and protects it, moat less and high walled
You ask me of paradise?
I think of that Forest in the Summer.
You ask me where my heart lies?
My heart beats in a place far from here
A place where twilight's gleam shines on high marble wall
And trees, though sparse, bear fruit so sweet for my own tongue
Where war cannot reach, nor can thieves assault my palace
And oh, that palace
With twisting corridors and secrets still hidden
With doors and stairs that lead to each adventure in turn
You ask me where my heart lies?
It rests on those Plains in Autumn.
You ask me where I make my home?
Tis not in Forest or on Plain
I make my home where the snow always falls
Where blizzards not dare, and every morning is soft.
My fires roar as I sit and enjoy my precious peace
In my frigid home in solace with she who I love
And oh, my love.
For her the snows would melt and spring would come
I'd make it so if she would ask.
Where does my love and house reside?
They wait for me on those Tundras in Winter.