Behind the fading glow
Of the horizon line
Where flame and ice melt into black
And Sun and Moon unite
Where drapes unwind so meek
The olden mossy trees
Across the mountains grey
They glide into the falling night
Human in their hearts
But cursed they are
To roam as swans in daylight
Freed only by the ev'ning star
Unto the end of time
The wild swans fly
Into the fading Sun
Toward the burning sky
Where enchanted woodlands whisper
And the creeks fall steep
Where cold winds blow in ardour
And where the nightbirds weep
Concealed the valley lies
In which the six swans dwell
Beyond the seven mountains
Veiled by a vicious spell
This deceitful magic
To never be undone
With every dawns awakening
A feathered coat is spun
Unto the end of time
The wild swans fly
Into the fading Sun
Toward the burning sky
