[chillitt]

theres a clearing in the forest, a stream meanders by
the hamlet that has been there evermore
in the hamlet is a smithy, always working,
and a black cat sits there sleeping by the door

in this hamlet always happy, lives a weaver such a good man
his life is simple,always weaving never wanting any more
and his wife has raised a floundling, now a young man
and a black cat runs and hides behind the door

for this village, never changing, never troubled,
has a stranger walking through it and whats more
this man is on a mission to find the right one, its his calling
and the black cat lead him to the weavers door