I hear them calling,
I hear them calling every night;
I hear the chiming,
I hear it just outside the door;

I hear the tapping,
Of her shoes' as she runs by;
I hear thee calling,
Calling for thy princess dear;

But the tapping goes on,
Never will she stop at thy calls;
Just like the river,
Never will stop its' ride even if thee drown;

The tapping stops,
For she reaches a dark alley with nowhere to turn;
Just like a caged bird,
Surrounded with silence and no longer free to sing;

Her face is seen,
Full of fear and sorrow;
But her beauty exceeding,
Like a bloom of daisy;

Her eyes',
Sparkle like the moons silver light;

Her hair,
Like a river of golden straw;

Her beauty,
Ever so exceeding to be see on earth;

Every night...

I hear them calling,
I hear the chiming,
I hear her tapping,
And I hear thee pleading;

"Princess, please come back to me,"

I hear them calling,
I hear the chiming,
I hear her tapping,
And I hear thee pleading;

"Princess, please come back to me,"

Every silver moon's night.