Wandering the path,
in wood and plain,
across green meadows,
I travel once again.
Over moss covered logs,
across creeks rushing,
over lichen covered rocks,
makes my heart sing.
Wandering the path,
in wood and plain,
across green meadows,
I travel once again.
Over moss covered logs,
across creeks rushing,
over lichen covered rocks,
makes my heart sing.