Take me to the forest
where the gods play silently
under the great branches.
We speak in a whisper
and you take my hand.
You and I under the oak.
Haming gods
take our breath away.
They won't hear us
and we are, forever.
Take me to the forest
where the gods play silently
under the great branches.
We speak in a whisper
and you take my hand.
You and I under the oak.
Haming gods
take our breath away.
They won't hear us
and we are, forever.