Golden skin and brown hair Spiller is coming home Spiller is coming home. As sly as a little fox He knows every tree and track And the secrets of the wind.
With a bow and a quiver Spiller is hunting alone From dawn till day is done. He will guide you through the night 'Cause he knows every hidden trail From the river to the woods.
Golden skin and brown hair Spiller is coming home Spiller is coming home. What a strange and tasty meal Cricket's legs and strawberries.
