Lyric

I found a gate of moss

Behind the cedar line

A little brass latch

And a note that said, "Come in"

The path wore fern green lace

And old rain on the stones

My shoes made secret sounds

Like I was not alone

And the trees leaned close

As if they knew my name

A silver bird kept time

Through the branches of the rain

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In the Whispering Woods

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Where the lost things do good

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And the dark feels kind

I turn the page

And the forest answers mine

A fox in velvet shade

Watched from a hollow stump

A lantern puffed its gold

In a circle round the trunk

The air wore pear and pine

And a honeyed, patient spell

I read by borrowed moon

What the elder leaves might tell

Then a clarinet

Curled like a ribbon trail

And every falling leaf

Said the same small tale

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In the Whispering Woods

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Where the lost things do good

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And the dark feels kind

I turn the page

And the forest answers mine

I was not brave at first

I only stood and breathed

Till the quiet in the bark

Put a steadiness in me

A chapel of green glass

Hid the ache I used to wear

I left it by the root

And found my own handwriting there

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In the Whispering Woods

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Where the lost things do good

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And the dark feels kind

I turn the page

And the forest answers mine

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Soft and slow

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Let me go