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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!