Forest Dream

Come to the woods, for here is rest. There is no repose like that of the green deep woods. Sleep in forgetfulness of all ill. Forests are like churches, hallowed places. There’s a stillness about them, a sort of reverence. It is not so much for its beauty that the forest makes a claim upon men’s hearts, as for that subtle something, that quality of air that emanation from old trees, that so wonderfully changes and renews a weary spirit.

Lyric

[Verse]

Come to the woods for here is rest. No repose like green's sweet nest

Sleep in forgetfulness of all ill. In hallowed groves feel your heart fill

[Verse 2]

Forests stand like quiet churches tall. In their stillness hear the reverence call

Not just beauty that enchants the soul. It's the ancient air that makes you whole

[Chorus]

In the shade of old trees let worries fall. Feel the weary spirit softly enthrall

Breathe in the whispers of the leaves. Every breath a promise it keeps

[Verse 3]

Hallowed paths that we wander slow. Each step a prayer soft and low

Moss and fern underfoot make way. Lost in the green we find our stay

[Bridge]

There's a peace that's hard as stone. Found in the forest where you're never alone

It's the songs of ages rustling near. Mystic calm that draws us here

[Chorus]

In the shade of old trees let worries fall. Feel the weary spirit softly enthrall

Breathe in the whispers of the leaves. Every breath a promise it keeps