Early in the morning before the world awakes
Deep within the woods in a most secret place - they come
They've gathered there for many years in a small cleared green
'Round the one they've always longed for just to hear Him speak - they come
He whispers mysteries no eye has seen no ear has heard nor the mind could ever conceive - peace
Sometimes I can hear the invitation in my slumber so deep
But I just can't seem to wake up from this busyness that lulls me to sleep
But He still waits for me