Robbing from the rich, giving with a dare
To the beat of hooves, and the poor's soft prayer
Robin Hood, where's your tune?
My quiver's full, my aim is true
And I'm whispering to the forest green
With the outlaws as my crew

Stealing gold for the poor?
Robin Hood, where's your tune?
My quiver's full, my aim is true
And I'm whispering to the forest green
With the outlaws as my crew

I'm fighting against the greedy tyrants
Paving way for the merry and free
Band of brothers, the outlaws we be
Stepping lightly through the leaves
In our hearts, the courage heaves

Robin Hood, with your merry men
Taking riches, giving them
To the hands that need, your legend grows
Your story's told where the river flows

In Sherwood's shade, your legend's spun
A hero's life, for everyone
Arrows fly beneath the sun
For the justice that must be done
With a feathered cap, the forest's own son

A thief in the night, but a savior by dawn
Oh Robin Hood, with your heart so bold
To the poor you give your stolen gold
In the woods you play the noblest role
And your tales of valor are ever told

We ride with shadows, by the moon's soft light
Unseen, unheard, until we strike with might