The trees wave their welcoming branches,
The woodpecker calls in his sweet little tune.
The grass sways, and the mice gather 'round
I will welcome the voice of the woods very soon.

Wandering farther than I know I should be,
My head screams at me, "Go back! Go back!"
But my heart and the trees call me forward,
Drawing me along the unknown track.

I climb up one old, lonely tree,
So old I'm surprised it still stood.
And I tilt my head back and I close my eyes,
And I listen to the voice of the woods.