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.