Grete and a group of young girls are talking by the shore of a lake.
This is such a beautiful lake,
At daybreak, when the mist rises,
And the sunbeams dance on the waves,
And bathe the air with their light.
As the swans glide by like dreams,
Each seems to have a secret,
That only they understand,
Something grand… or perhaps sad.
There is a gloomy house near the shore
Mother’s deplore. They warn daughters
To stay far away. A strange wizard,
Ugly and withered, lives there by himself.