The C R T Woods

Them singing in the night
And the only thing I see
Is nothing in the moonlight
With a thousand words I heard
Them singing in the night
And the only thing I see
Is nothing in the moonlight
In the crowded woods I feel
Them move me all around
I can only hope to dream
That feeling I forgot
In the crowded woods I feel
Them move me all around
I can only hope to dream
That feeling I forgot