The C R T Woods

With a thousand words I heard
Them singing in the night
And the only thing I see
Is nothing in the moonlight

With a thousand words I heard
Them singing in the night
And the only thing I see
Is nothing in the moonlight

In the crowded woods I feel
Them all around
I can only hope to dream
That feeling I forgot

In the crowded woods I feel
It move me all around
I can only hope to dream
That feeling I forgot