| There was once a golden forest, with secrets only known
|
| To our three boys, brave as could be, that reached its inner sea
|
| From one afternoon of duties, the decision came to me
|
| To venture off the beaten path, where mother said to be
|
| How her words did haunt us when all green turned to black
|
| The treetops sound their warning out; |
| Past here no turning back!
|
| If this forest you may leave, simple quest for thee
|
| Dive into the midnight sea, and find our golden key
|
| If we do, we trust you’ll help us, to make our way back home
|
| Before morning breaks, and mother wakes, we had better sleep
|
| Sure thing said the sneaky trees, laughing amongst themselves
|
| Didn’t their mother ever say: You cannot trust a tree
|
| So long to your flesh and bone, the key is out on loan
|
| Home, home… make yourselves at home, in this golden dome
|
| Still we are trees, the sandman grieves, this dream will never leaf |