Forest My forest Left here in peace. There's a place where the trees are buried. Forest My forest In solemn sleep. Some things are broken now deep within If you listen closely you can hear them Roots beneath the olden trees In a cold and starlit winter. Voices in the wind Songs of hidden memories A melody strained. By the river's end where clouds descend Far beyond the city streets. There I'll find, with dreams aligned My huckleberry friend, Something I can call mine. ♪ By the river's end where clouds descend Far beyond the city streets. There I'll find, with dreams aligned My huckleberry friend, Something I can call mine.