[Music & Lyrics by Wircki]
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Came the long winter's cold and told it's tale to me
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Flew the moonbirds suggesting spells of the gleaming moon
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Blew the wind with it's mystifying whispers
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Swaying firs compiling secret words
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For those with a mind to know
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Ancient phares within the treetops
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The language of the ages old
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Spells never buried, the bard eternal,
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The spirit of woodland sings it's wisdom, spreads it's magical might
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And luckless lands of north reveal their secret forth
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Language Of The Woods
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| Hin Onde |
