The Spectres Of Dering Woods Lyrics

Memories hang in the air

Thick as the morning fog

Whispers of the lost

Their voices mingling with the sighing breeze

Each step taken feels stolen

As if walking on sacred ground

Feeling the weight of eyes unseen

Watchful patient ancient

In the stillness a distant echo

Not quite the wind not quite the night

Dering woods your beauty is etched with dread

Each tree a keeper of the forests heart

An unspoken bond with the earth

Rooted in the depths of mystery

Feeling the weight of eyes unseen

Watchful patient ancient

In the stillness a distant echo

Not quite the wind not quite the night

In your presence the world fades

Leaving only the essence of nature

Untamed untouched eternal

In the haunting embrace of England's woodland