deep within the ricefield
a baby boy is born
he dances with the leaves,
and mingles with the morn'

he is but a child,
yet a future he will see
his life will meet much sorrow,
but a father, he may be.

this boy, he feels so helpless
as his life starts to unfold
he wants to just give up -
but a destiny was fortold,

for this boy will have a child -
a daughter of the dawn
she will run carefree and wild,
for she is young - a growing fawn.

When she sings, she's golden -
her voice is soft just like the breeze
and when she dances, she is filled with grace
she flows like the wind through the evergreen trees.

But this child, she is cursed,
for her father holds the key -
he can choose to die too young,
or live and set her free.