whisk your way through the trees
just to see the ocean in the sea
for your eyes are the moon
in the dark and gloom
the forrest for which i live
may i never give
her eyes are the moon
like flowers in full bloom
her hair black as dawn
but her voice is the swan
may i live on
too see the sun
so i can replant
my lawn
-chris
just to see the ocean in the sea
for your eyes are the moon
in the dark and gloom
the forrest for which i live
may i never give
her eyes are the moon
like flowers in full bloom
her hair black as dawn
but her voice is the swan
may i live on
too see the sun
so i can replant
my lawn
-chris