There once was a Vilia a witch of the wood
A hunter beheld her alone as she stood
The spell of her beauty upon him was laid
He looked and he longed for the magical maid
For a sudden tremor ran
Right through the love bewildered man
And he sighed as a hapless lover can
Vilia Vilia the witch of the wood
Would I not die for you dear if I could
Vilia Vilia my love and my bride
Softly and sadly he sighed
Vilia Vilia the witch of the wood
Would I not die for you dear if I could
Vilia Vilia my love and my bride
Softly and sadly he sighed
Vilia Vilia my love and my bride
Softly and sadly he sighed sadly he sighed Vilia
