There's a sound from the woods ever breezing It keeps on whispering while still knowing more There's a tide crushing in from the ocean It tells of tidings from some distant shore There's a cry from a child ever fearing The marching boots at a mad man's call There's a sigh of relief after lightning Before the rain soothingly starts to fall Tell me if you doubt For what do we know for certain Still there's a lot to learn Before the final curtain Till then we'll await And step out from our hidings To see face to face The last of the latest tidings