Language Of The Woods

[Music & Lyrics by Wircki] Came the long winter's cold and told it's tale to me Flew the moonbirds suggesting spells of the gleaming moon Blew the wind with it's mystifying whispers Swaying firs compiling secret words For those with a mind to know Ancient phares within the treetops The language of the ages old Spells never buried, the bard eternal, The spirit of woodland sings it's wisdom, spreads it's magical might And luckless lands of north reveal their secret forth