| If I could only understand
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| The speech of bird and tree!
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| How many secrets they would tell
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| And share them all with me!
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| And ev’ry bush and ev’ry rock
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| I’d see with different eyes;
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| I’d understand the river’s whisp’ring
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| And the raven’s cries
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| And the raven’s cries
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| Deep in the forest I’d build a house
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| Of wood, of straw and stone
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| And the good folk would be with me
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| I’d never be alone
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| I’d listen to the melodies
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| Of all their songs of old
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| And winds and leaves would tell me
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| Ev’ry legend ever told
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| Ev’ry legend ever told
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| Peace, little dreamer, take a rest
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| Too much it is you want!
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| 'Cause bush and beast speak in a tongue
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| You no more understand
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| Once man has spoken with the woods
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| A long, long time ago
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| But all this wisdom now is gone
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| And buried in the snow
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| But if you want to learn again
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| And make a whole new start
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| Then listen to the whisp’ring wind
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| And listen with your heart
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| And listen with your heart |