3 acessos
Saw him runnin' thru the Western Wood
A very rare sight to see
He can make your wishes good
If brought into captivity
So hi-ho away we go
Off to capture our wish
Hi low the white stag goes
Slippery as a fish
Dismount your horse and off to where
We lost him thru the thicket
We lost our hope and our wish lies bare
And now we'll never find it
I feel like I've been here before
This feeling, I can't shake it
A tree of iron from the world before
With a lantern on it
Oh lamp post
Narnia, Narnia
Something is happening in me...