Come in the woods with me, my dear

come with and drink champagne

Down by the docks of wooded trees

down deep we crawl and scrape our knees

low enough to see the sprite fairies

through the tall grasses of the plains.


To get to this place we follow calls

left by those that know the way

pick up the notes

that with them tote

what’s left, when’s right,

we’ll circle ponds

hold on so tight

the river bends just oh so slight

We’ll make it in a day.


Why go to this place?

You ask so soft

There’s magic there

where magic’s lost

Our world is falling piece by piece

but peace we find

among the reeds

by a pond in the woods

where peepers call

All we have to do is listen

all we must do is learn to fall.