in a treetop village, illuminated by the night
the children of the forest congregate,
the children of the forest pray
for the lunar goddess has blessed them,
the moon shall light the way
the gatherers will gift their gather,
the sowers will spread their sow
for the bounties of the soil are plentiful,
the toil is its own reward
now, come together in disharmony
the children of the forest will sing
and in their choir, Arcady
and in their voices, wings
