Down where the river carves the stone
In the valley where the wildflowers have grown
Lives a tale the elders told
Of a love as pure as gold
Oh, the
whispers of the hollow
Carry stories we all follow
In the rustling
leaves and the
evening's glow
The past and present
gently flow
Beneath the canopy of ancient trees
Lovers carve their names with ease
Now their echoes softly call Reminding us of it all
Oh, the
whispers of the hollow
Carry stories we all follow
In
the rustling leaves and the
evening's glow
The past and present
gently flow
Time may pass and seasons change But some things always remain
The love etched in the bark so deep
In our hearts it still keeps
Oh, the whispers of the hollow
Carry stories we all follow
In the rustling leaves and the
evening's glow The past and present gently flow