The wilderness will wait
Said I'd be back again
While I seek the crowds
While I'm on the stage
In life there is a time
For everything
And there with open arms
The wilderness will wait

Wait for my return
While my oats are being sowed
In the city lights
In the arms of boys and girls
Youth it is a time
For the exterior
But in the hollow of a tree
The forest waits for me

Wherever I may roam
Berlin, Paris or Stockholm
A piece of forest comes with me
And watches silently
All my little wins
And great disappointments
Together it reassures
That soon we will return