I must return to the woods again, to the tranquil dells and thicket And all I ask is to be the girl I once was if I really dared to wish it And numbing cold and the fragrant pine And crunching snow beneath boots of mine I must return to the woods again, to the quiet trail and the peaceful glen And the whistling wind and the skipping stones And the looking glass, it was Leone’s I must return, one day, to the place we built together To keep warm and take shelter from the storm I’d hoped you’d remember it forever