In the heart of the forest, where the shadows play,
Awakens a spirit that holds my soul at bay,
With the river wind dancing, it calls me near,
To the sacred heart where I shed every fear.
Among ancient flowers, where secrets unfold,
Their petals tell stories that the trees have told,
In the embrace of the mountains, my dreams take flight,
Beneath the silver moon, under soft starlight.
As I wander through valleys kissed by gentle rain,
I hear the wild song that soothes all my pain,
With every step forward, I find my own way,
As the whispers of nature guide me each day.
Oh, the echoes of ages linger sweet in the air,
Each moment in stillness, every breath a prayer,
In a world so enchanted, where magic surrounds,
I’ll follow the river and hear all its sounds.
So I’ll dance with the shadows, let the forest embrace,
The wild song will carry me to a sacred place,
And when dawn breaks softly with the sun’s warm light,
I’ll hold close the memories, through day and night.
For the heart of the wildwood will always reside,
In the depths of my spirit, my eternal guide,
As I walk through the mountain with dreams still to find,
In the whispers of the wildwood, my soul is aligned.
Folk
Forest soul, River wind, Sacred heart, Ancient flowers, Mountain dreams, Valley rain, Wild song
Folk
Forest soul, River wind, Sacred heart, Ancient flowers, Mountain dreams, Valley rain, Wild song