Full moon rising
And I can smell the pines
I walk the woods at night
Beneath the linen stars
Light of a different kind
Shines so bright
I see your face in the sky
In the woods at night

I see your face and
I feel your grace and
I am enbracing
Trunk with the golden bark

Dark flames rising
And I can feel the heat
I was born in the winter
Wind howling down the street
Lonely frozen windows
Light from a distant star
Now I’m deep in the forest

I’m embracing the dark