Album: Sleep Now, Quiet Forest
While sitting under shady trees
Like those who where there before me
I whittle out of this old tree
A singer of grace and beauty
Throughfields It will cry out your name
And spell out your future in flames
While stirring the pastures beyond
A misty terrain of mountains
Listen closely to the blowing of the wind
It's the whisper of Aengus Og
A passage to antiquity a relic to all that can see
With each pass I'm shedding it's skin
It breathes now with my heart within
Through fields it will cry out your name
And misty terrain of mountain
Listen closely to the blowing of the wind
It's the whisper of Aengus Og
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