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