The Woodland Song Lyrics

Sun is up

Birds are flyin'

Mountain rises

Night is dying

Shiny prince of

Lunar night sky

Shall let his lover

Be his leaver

When she shines bright

Grass is greener

When she's calling

I can't se her

Magic tune

Of her heart

In my ear

I can hear

Sun is up

Birds are flying

Mountain rises

Night is dying

Shiny prince of

Lunar night sky

Shall let his lover

Be his leaver

When she shines bright

Grass is greener

When she's calling

I can't se her

Magic tune

Of her heart

In my ear

I can hear

Can you hear the sound

Whisper through thee wind

Sound of the people

Gazing upon us

That's the sound of the forest

Sound of the skies

Sound of the breeze

That echoes

Through the ears of the people

Listen