Oh the pace of my place in my lifted foot
The breath in my lungs, to my lips, my tongue
Spoke back to the trees
To the eaves of my heart beat
Down with the rain
Down again I trod with
A name for the ones who walked before me
And joy for the ones who walk beside me
As I search for the solace the hills might give me
Heavy the tread of the dead on the way
The path in the rain, in the sun, won't gleam
And the ground is made with death and decay
And an echo for the ones who've walked before me
And joy for the ones who walk beside me
And the beech is lifting
The ash is reaching me
Wind is holding me
Time is folding me
Under the trees
Down through the leaves
Onto the path that you came to that day
The breath in my lungs, to my lips, my tongue
Spoke back to the trees
To the eaves of my heart beat
Down with the rain
Down again I trod with
A name for the ones who walked before me
And joy for the ones who walk beside me
As I search for the solace the hills might give me
Heavy the tread of the dead on the way
The path in the rain, in the sun, won't gleam
And the ground is made with death and decay
And an echo for the ones who've walked before me
And joy for the ones who walk beside me
And the beech is lifting
The ash is reaching me
Wind is holding me
Time is folding me
Under the trees
Down through the leaves
Onto the path that you came to that day
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