Saw him runnin' thru the Western Wood A very rare sight to see He can make your wishes good If brought into captivity So hi-ho away we go Off to capture our wish Hi low the white stag goes Slippery as a fish Dismount your horse and off to where We lost him thru the thicket We lost our hope and our wish lies bare And now we'll never find it I feel like I've been here before This feeling, I can't shake it A tree of iron from the world before With a lantern on it Oh lamp post Narnia, Narnia Something is happening in me...