Heard you're growing strong

Though your tender feet are made of clay

Hazel Eyes, I will lead you

Through the forest, dark and day.



Will a few words break your bones?

My friend, don't let them sway

Heal a few wounds with your song of love

And fly away.



Saw you throwing stones

Though your needy hands are meant to play

Hazel eyes, I'd believe you

Matters not, what you say.



Will a few words break your bones?

My friend, don't let them sway

Heal a few wounds with your song of love

And fly away.



Heard you're growing strong

Though your tender feet are made of clay

Hazel Eyes, I will lead you

Through the forest, dark and day.