Lyrics

two a.m. the moon is bright
the world is bathed in it's soft blue light
witness to the grandeur of the sentinel of the night

overhead rushing wings
heralding wondrous happenings
armadas of the ancient ones gathering for flight

answering a distant call
surging like a waterfall
through the valley toward the dark mountains
celestial caravans

the children of the forest sing
the joyful song of living things
voices from the wild wood
a sweet enchanted dream

instinctively with ageless grace
returning to that sacred place
countless generations before the coming of man

a gentle rustling in the leaves
a high warm wind in the black oak trees
a wordless language, sighs and whispers
wafted on the breeze

answering a distant call
surging like a waterfall
through the valley toward the dark mountains
celestial caravans

the children of the forest sing
the joyful song of living things
voices from the wild wood
a sweet enchanted dream

starlight and shadow, a magic dance
movements in a mystic trance
in the vastness of the earth's expanse
new tales to be told
woven on the loom of legend never to grow old

the children of the forest sing
the joyful song of living things
voices from the wild wood
a sweet enchanted dream