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