Spring

Come here, my fellows, hear the story untold
Of the goddess Pheb with her blow so cold
When she starts blow high everybody hides
Fearing her curse to strike from the sky

Once upon the road noble Rael rode
See his horse's saddle, all in gems and gold
When he stops to rest saddle shines the best
Seen from every land, even Everest

        Up there was the Spring
        And the spring was in me
        Hear the Nightingale
        Oh, his tune so catchy
        Down the river bank together we sing
        Claiming welcome to the Spring

Back to Pheb - she sleeps by the mountain rage
And suddenly feels something new and strange
She gets up and sees: Rael sails the seas
Dying to fell evil Pheb on her knees

Soon the fight begins with the rage unseen
She Pheb fights to death, he Rael fights to win
All the fair lads hide like mouse in their houses
All but one girl singing and laughing loudly

        Cause she was the Spring
        And the spring was in me
        Hear the Nightingale
        Oh, his tune so catchy
        Down the river bank together we sing
        Claiming welcome to the Spring

Three days and nights mountains roared from fight
But who's won, who's lost - t's up for you to decide
Because Pheb retired and turned to Phoebe
And Rael - he fell. He's still falling freely.

And then our girl who sings spread her wings
With amethyst feathers and tourqiouse slings
She flies to the mountain top and catches Rael
So everyone's saved and people hail her:

        "We knew she was the Spring!"
        And the spring was in me
        Hear the Nightingale
        Oh, his tune so catchy
        Down the river bank together we sing
        Claiming welcome to the Spring

(прим: Phoebe читается как Фиби
             t's - устаревшее сокращение от it is
             Dying to fell  - имеется в виду  to put.
             просто очень хочу написать именно так)