

Early morning frost on the meadow grass
We watched the shadows break and pass
Time moves slow in this quiet place No need to hurry,
no need to chase
And we grow just like the wildwood
Reaching up to catch the morning sun
Deep roots holding down the hill side
Our story
has only just begun
(ooh,
just begun)
Leaves are turning yellow,
red, and brown
Far away from the noise of the town
Listen to the river hum its tune
Under the light
of the autumn moon
And we grow just like the wildwood
Reaching up to catch the morning sun
Deep roots holding down the hill side
Our story
has only just begun
(ooh,
just begun)
Our story has only just begun... (mmmmm)