A setting sun, warms the summer rain, so far from home. And yet so far to go. Evergreen serenity, calls your name as the wind begins to blow. In the woods. Let me lead you through the orange and white. In the bathtub in the air. In the darkness where my black hairs grow. Where my black hairs grow. Through the woods. Let me sing you a simple forest song. That echoes throughout the land. If you listen and sit quite still. Mother nature lends a guiding hand. In the woods. Let me lead you through the orange and white. Whispering in the air. In the darkness where my black hairs grow. Where my black hairs grow. Through the woods. In the woods. Let me lead you through the orange and white. Whispering in the air. In the darkness where my black hairs grow. Where my black hairs grow. Where my black hairs grow. Where my black hairs grow.
