Wildwood Paroles

In the fingers of the eastern breeze
Where the sleepless wait
For her ascent from the perilous pit
She said, the only way to change our fate
It is to make it rain

Wildwood, poppies
Wildwood, touch me

Past the Alders and the Oaks
Through the Willow Grove snakes the Ivy's gift
Which taught you can't escape anguish
But how to live with it
Then reports from the robins
Form in you an inner radiance
It's as if they fused with a spirit you knew
Who's come back again

Wildwood, poppies
Wildwood, touch me It leads the way
After three long months
Endured with her absent
Over dragon lines we walked
The current, a labyrinth
With little green corn shoots
Now in abundance
As the forest celebrates
She says, make it rain

Wildwood, poppies
Wildwood, touch me
Touch me again