In the depths of the Dark Wood,
No-one enters, no-one would.
Lie secrets of mysteries,
More than just some birds and bees
A young, fair maiden does run,
Through the shadows of the sun
A kind of fear shrouds her heart,
Her old life she must depart.
She is in more danger there,
But here, twigs pull at her hair.
The pounding of her feet,
As she goes to wild, from neat
She collapses to the ground,
She will stay there 'till she's found.
To her rescue seven,
Who prove she's not I heaven.
They help mend her broken bones,
Then they let her in their home.
She cleaned and set their home straight,
Then for tea they were not late.
They made her promise to stay,
Which she did until the day;
A handsome prince saved her life,
Then took her to be his wife
If the forest is your den,
Look out for seven dwarf men.