Listen to the Trees

listen to the trees the wind whisks them from key to key it howls all around a lost forgotten sound this is my old home and when there's nowhere else to go i get lost in these woods like the times you and i would did you not see the animal clouds or hear the birds sing by our path climb to places where we weren't allowed making our way through the tall grass all my memories of you are here there's no distance that can make them disappear this is my old home and when there's nowhere else to go i get lost in these woods like the times you and i would