In the Woods

I’ve been hearing the strangest things

Not the wind through the trembling leaves

On the long walk home in the evening

I’ve been hearing the strangest things

I keep spinning to see whose there

Mournful notes I can nearly hear

And I feel it breathing in my ear

I keep spinning to see whose there

There are stories in the trees

Every ring a memory

It’s like they’re trying to find the words

Something’s stirring in the woods

Start to laugh uneasily

When I get to my property

Have a crazy feeling that it owns me

Laugh a bit uneasily

There are stories in the trees

Every ring a memory

It’s like they’re trying to find the words

Something’s stirring in the woods

If we only understood