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