Lost again,
Lyca's parents go away
Over the valleys deep.
They are lost again.
Arm in arm for seven days
They traced the desert ways.
They are lost again.
Seven nights they sleep and dream
They see their child
Captured in the desert wild.
Lost again,
Till before their way
crouching lion lay.

Follow me...He said,
Please weep not for the maid.
In my palace deep,
Your Lyca lies deep asleep.
They look in his eyes,
his eyes filled with deep surprise
And wondering behold
spirit armed in gold.

Lost again.
On his head a crown,
On his shoulders down
Flowed his golden hair.
Lost again.
Gone was all their care.
Lost again.
And they followed
where the vision led,
Lost again.
And saw their sleeping child
among tigers wild.