

(ahhhh, ohhh)
Deep under the canopy
Green shadows and canopy gold
We found a path through the ancient trees And stories
that never were told
And we held the best of who we are
Beneath the southern cross of stars
In the heart of the wild,
untamed and free
You were the river
running to me
Rain falling like a silver shield
Washing all the dust away
In the wild we were fully healed
In the warmth of the humid clay (oooh-ooh)
And we held the best of who we are
Beneath the southern cross of stars
In the heart of the wild,
untamed and free
You were the river
running to me
Lost in the green
(held the best)