(Verse 1) They were throwing clods of dirt against your clothes, standing in the bushes where the river flows. Green short hair and ears with pointed tips, a silent tremor on your trembling lips. I stepped between the bullies in the village mud, spelt a water splash to stop the stinging thud. Brought you to my house and washed away the dirt, a tiny quiet friend in an oversized shirt. (Chorus) We practiced chantless magic in the open grass, watching quiet seasons slowly pass. You learned to shape the water in your tiny palm, keeping your spirit steady, sweet and calm. Then the white flash tore the countryside in two, separating me away from you. Years went by until a scholar stepped in sight, short cropped hair turned silvery and bright. (Verse 2) You wore those tinted glasses in the academy hall, standing near the princess by the high stone wall. I thought you were a bodyguard named Fitz, talking about magic while the fireplace splits. Never realized the green-haired girl I knew, was standing right in front of me, steady and true. The mana shock had turned your soft green tresses white, guarding royal secrets through the heavy night. (Bridge) Underneath the rain at the cave nearby, you took off the glasses underneath the sky. The moment that I recognized your smiling face, every lingering sorrow left without a trace. My first true friend from the village days, standing right beside me through the academy haze. (Chorus) We practiced chantless magic in the open grass, watching quiet seasons slowly pass. You learned to shape the water in your tiny palm, keeping your spirit steady, sweet and calm. Then the white flash tore the countryside in two, separating me away from you. Years went by until a scholar stepped in sight, short cropped hair turned silvery and bright. (Outro) Green silk turned to silver thread, standing where the rain was shed. No longer scared of mud or stones, building up a house we call our own. Soft elf ears and gentle hands, walking together across these lands.
