In the quiet folds of morning light
A whisper through the rustling leaves
Bright
Far from city's hum
Where heart's beat slow
Caught a glimpse of time where echoes flow
Up the hillside
Where the wildflowers bloom
Wading through the colors
In nature's room
Crooning tales of yore
With a voice so high
Like the wind's own song in an endless sky
Oh
The echoes of the pines
Sing me to sleep
In this valley where the secrets steep
With a heart so young
And voice so free
I'm a wanderer in the forest sea
Mama's old guitar
Worn and brown
Plucking strings that never let me down
Melodies float like whispered sighs
Beneath the canopy where silence lies
In shadows long
Where the day meets night
Fireflies dance in the fading light
Songs of twilight through the branches sway
Guiding dreams till the break of day
Oh
The echoes of the pines
Sing me to sleep
In this valley where the secrets steep
With a heart so young
And voice so free
I'm a wanderer in the forest sea
In shadows long
Where the day meets night
Fireflies dance in the fading light
Songs of twilight through the branches sway
Guiding dreams till the break of day
Oh
The echoes of the pines
Sing me to sleep
In this valley where the secrets steep
With a heart so young
And voice so free
I'm a wanderer in the forest sea