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Come here to the old wood
The cover of green leaves
And listen about Robin Hood
From old oak - trees.

The spirit of freedom is leaving through years
The spirit of good old times,
Remembers the poor but noble men
And justice they made in the wood.

Robin Hood, he is a noble hero!
Robin Hood, his spirit is living through years!

Who cared only for himself
The black and greedy soul
Believed in coins of gold, their spell,
He had to pay his toll.

The centuries passed but we never forget
The times of good old England
We praise Robin Hood and his merry men
The masters of green old wood.

Robin Hood, he is a noble hero!
Robin Hood, his spirit is living through years!

Sherwood is ready to hide you behind the trees
Gives you the shelter and freedom of old green leaves.
When you are tired and lonely
When you are chased by the richer ones
Sherwood is ready to hide you from this crazy world!

The spirit of freedom is living trough years,
The spirit of good old England.
The centuries passed but we never forget
The glory of good old times.

He was there free against the laws,
His arrows punished the barons.
He was the defender of all the abused
His name was the nightmare of lords!

Robin Hood, he is a noble hero!
Robin Hood, his spirit is living through years!

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