Awakening the Forest

I call and I listen, to the resonance of his soul, it clouds my clear vision, of the waning moon of gaia Dawn fades and I follow, the winding of the heathen horns, should I fill with sorrow, as the forest wakes from it's sleep Awakening the forest before my time here comes to an end for I want to see this beauty before my mind's eye does transcend He stands in the clearing, his fur still sodden with dew, my time's dissappearing, soon I'll be with those I have loved Awakening the forest before my time here comes to an end for I want to see this beauty before my mind's eye does transcend (Instrumental) Awakening the forest before my time here comes to an end for I want to see this beauty before my mind's eye does transcend