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.