The Maids of Elfen-mere Watch over the boy with chestnut hair And as he dreams about his love for them They make a vow to protect him Spinning their song Sung by a happy corpse Foreseeing a pretty girl drawing Her arrow But what they want to know Will she bring him True love Or sorrow The Maids of Elfen-mere Don't know that the boy with chestnut hair Winds back the clock at the 11th bell Hoping to follow them Through the veil Spinning their song Sung by a happy corpse Foreseeing a pretty girl drawing Her arrow But what they want to know Will the Queen of Eastland or the Wastelands be waking The Maids of Elfen-mere