I remembered today how long its been
Since I have lived without a friend
That simple act, those secret talks
Midnight brandy hour, risky walks
Frogs and birds outside my window,
Their songs harp melodies which never change
And by their singing, every night, I’m brought back to that place again
The time in which I grew to know
Within the dark, how far I’d go
Living among early dew, stars above and moon askew,
I’d always find my way back to you.
Woolgathering 