Last night I dreamt of the isle of Jeju
As it was centuries ago
And many myths still flow from its shores
From the time it once was Samdado
And there once I saw
What I dared my heart to believe
A girl – a sylph of sorts
Secretly watching ‘mongst the trees
As our eyes met I observed
She responded somewhat timidly
And with merely my one sudden move
She receded deep into the deep of the green
This unexpected frill of sensation
Was no figment of my imagination
And no dream I’ve ever summoned before
Has made me feel quite so restored
No literary form of expression
And no fable or parable or old tale to be told
Has summed up the song
The song for a doe
[Spoken]
Many believe – she still dwells there in the forest
Awaiting the love she once knew to return