There's a forest no one uses
Where the wrecks are growing flowers
O the trees they are all colours
Bright scarves they wear
There's a sky that is expected
Where the birds are flying still
O the clouds they are all colours
Bright rains they wear
Where the wrecks are growing flowers
O the trees they are all colours
Bright scarves they wear
There's a sky that is expected
Where the birds are flying still
O the clouds they are all colours
Bright rains they wear