Fragile Forest

Out to the ridge of the greenest hill
I cross your path and I smile until
You go home, You go home
Oh, fragile forest shine fast your light
And break me down when there’s no one else in sight
I find him here in the quietest hour, only here in this hour
Whisper your secret of trusting spring to come
The green will spread like wildfire, it understands the sun
No question there, no question there
I ask you blow the memory that I have not quite lived
Pray send it through these trees so that I may sweetly give
All that I am in the calm of a morning, all that I am in the darkness of night
Deep in these hills are where I intend to stay
I’ll live in your moment to breathe in the day
Fair is the air with the thought of you there
So fair the air with the thought of you there