[ Featuring Anne Lande ]
THE FOREST
Wandering in twilight zone
In the forest on my own
Suddenly a tone so pure
Brings me melancolic cure
Feel your tender touch and see
You are here - but cannot be
Hear you humming - soft your tune
Near and clear - this afternoon
Lines of pictures from the past
We both knew it could not last
Joy and spring and light we shared
Both of us were unprepered
Sad sad songs will repear
Dark blue sky is always near
Now and then in lonely walk
You are near and we can talk
Grief can be a little star
Leads you back to who you are
