Oh, what kind of stories do forests tell?
From their sights and their sounds to their moods and their smells
The ripped leaf that Tommy tore
The tree’s not angry, she’s not keeping score
The bent blades of grass where heavy feet fell
Oh, what stories the forests tell

And what kind of tales does the water weave?
Through the glimmering waves that sparkle and gleam
Between the fish that swim in the bay
And the deepest of ocean, a menacing gray
A ship lost at sea
A sailor’s screams
Ah, what tales the water weaves.