| Wild Ferns |
|---|
| When the night falls |
| Over the wild ferns |
| When the night falls |
| Over the wild ferns |
| Now I’m half aware |
| I am half awake |
| So I keep half an eye on it |
| And listen with half an ear |
| What goes on at night? |
| Rustling like wildfires |
| All around |
| When the night falls |
| Over the wild ferns |
| When the night falls |
| Over the wild ferns |
| At the same time |
| I assume it’s the right time |
| In twilight |
| We’ll let it come together |
| In a sense |
| Singing our songs of «how?» |
| Singing our songs of «why?» |
| Singing our songs of «where |
| Do we go from here?» |
| When the night falls |
| Over the wild ferns |
| When the night falls |
| Over the wild ferns |
