I hear the whisper in the trees
as subtle as the life I lead
Below the clouds and the breeze
as friendly as the hand that feeds
It’s a picture on the table of a man and a man
Discovering their differences and smiling if they can
It’s a wartime novelty to displace the casualty
In the mind of what to be
In the struggle to be free
It’s a walk in the woods at night
And it will fill the man with might
And it carries in all its fright
It’s the darkness in my sight
He sits alone on the doorstep
Watching the world walk by
And as he lights another cigarette
The smoke gets in his eyes
It’s an inside revelation on the approachment of a dream
It’s a stonecast reminder to make it what you can
It’s the decision of a century and a nation that will bleed
It’s the placement of a person and the life of a man
It’s a walk in the woods at night. . .
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Lyrics submitted by Foo.