Lyrics
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 'til day is done
He will guide us through the night
And 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
