When I was just a little tiny boy
Walk through the forest I was looking for joy
And I found, what I was looking for
Where have you gone now
Between the spruce and poplar trees
I'm searching desperately, for a sense of mystery
Eye to eye with sheep on Torrens ridge
Among the crags, and the rushing winds
Somewhere inside, rising sentiment
Where have you gone now
Between the spruce and poplar trees
I'm searching constantly, for the great mystery
Search for beauty in the angles and lines
With out the aid of birch or pine
A trembling hand, vulnerability
Where have you gone now
Between the spruce and poplar trees
I'm searching faithfully, for the great mystery
Single cloud drifting from the west
Slips from view as it turns to blue
And with it slide, the things I thought I knew
Where have you gone now
Between the spruce and poplar trees
I'm peering thoughtfully, into the great mystery
Condensation on the window pane gives me hope again
If I can get this cold heart someplace warm
Drops may form, drops may form, drops may form again