

(humm, mmm)
Tiny feet on a path grown cold
Far from the warmth she used to hold
The canopy sighs a silent prayer
Breathing sweet pine into the air
When her hands shake,
the branches lean down
Burying her fears in a mossy crown
When her throat dries,
the rain starts to fall
But the wild cannot speak her name at all
No, the woods can't cure a lonely heart
A cluster of berries on a thorny vine
A pillow of leaves beneath the pine
When she is frightened,
the fireflies glow
But they don't know the secrets she wants to know
She cries out to the towering oak
But the ancient wood has never spoke
It keeps her fed,
it keeps her dry
But it cannot sing her a sweet lullaby
(ohhh, ohhh)
When her hands shake,
the branches lean down
Burying her fears in a mossy crown
When her throat dries,
the rain starts to fall
But the wild cannot speak her name at all
No, the woods can't cure a lonely heart
She falls asleep in the hollow green
The safest child that's ever been
But she's still all alone... (mmm)