Wildwood

 

wildwood in the morning;

wildwood feeling good;

wildwood in the evening;

spend my life in wildwood;

there's a feeling I get every Summer I've spent;

all alone with the memory of the letters I sent;

feeling regret and I can never forget;

all the ways I might have harmed you even yet;

there might still be some hope for me;

there's a weighting stone that will guide me home;

through the peaks and the valleys into pastures below;

there to tend and grow all the dreams that we sow;

lost in our forevers nevermore to go;

yes, there may be some hope for me