I lay my head upon your bough and dream
I leave the world and all it's cares behind
You take me there
Where every thought is a whisper
Your roots run deep
They follow the winding way
The old tree's secret
Rustles in the leaves
Upon a magic wooden flute
Is playing in the breeze
Twisting, turning through the years
Secrets of the soul
But only those who lay beside the old tree
Will be told...
Hello old friend
I've traveled far to find thee
Now here I am
Enchanted I can hear you speak to me
In a sacred grove
Where every hour is timeless
Where every branch reveals the sky
And every leaf, the wind
The old tree's secret
Rustles in the leaves
Upon a magic wooden flute
Is playing in the breeze
Twisting, turning through the years
Secrets of the soul
But only those who lay beside the old tree
Will be told...