Forestcrumb Glide
(oooh) Deep in the moss,
beneath the pine A sugar glaze in the golden light
She spins a dream of sweet design Under the canopy of night
Oh, watch her glide across the forest floor
Sweetest thing you ever saw
Frosting dripping on the autumn leaves
A moving cake under the trees (ahhhh)
She doesn't speak, she only glows
Where the wild blackberries grow
A gentle recipe that flows
Wherever the soft wind blows
Made of sugar, made of bark A glowing beacon in the dark
Slowly walking, taking flight Into the cool
starlit night
Gliding through the moss
Gliding through the trees (humm)