Deep ensiede the forest

T'is a door to another land

Here is our life and home!

Where are staing here forever,

In the beauty of this place

All alone and ckeep on hoping,

 

Chores:



Maybe!ther's a world where

Whe don't have to run and

Maybe!there's a time will 

Call hour one,living free 

In homonie and magesty,

Take me home! Take me home!



Walcking frue the land where

Every livin thing is buteaful,

Why dose it have to end?

Whe are calling, o so sad

Whe onely whisper south the wind 

As whe send, a dyeing message!



Chores:



Maybe!ther's a world where

Whe don't have to run and

Maybe!there's a time will 

Call hour one living free 

In homonie and magesty,

Take me home! Take me home!



Ther's a world where

Whe don't have to run and

Maybe!there's a time will 

Call hour one living free 

In homonie and magesty,

Take me home! Take me home!





						     



						     Thanks to Paraschiva George