Out to the ridge of the greenest hill I cross your path and I smile until You go home, You go home Oh, fragile forest shine fast your light And break me down when there's no one else in sight I find him here in the quietest hour, only here in this hour Whisper your secret of trusting spring to come The green will spread like wildfire, it understands the sun No question there, no question there I ask you blow the memory that I have not quite lived Pray send it through these trees so that I may sweetly give All that I am in the calm of a morning, all that I am in the darkness of night Deep in these hills are where I intend to stay I'll live in your moment to breathe in the day Fair is the air with the thought of you there So fair the air with the thought of you there