Текст песни Woods

In these old woods cold winds to blow

And echoes from the trees are here to show

Greatness of the forest resting for a years

Greatness of this land slowly dying

Sound of horn in the leaves

Can take us to the past

To see long lost battles and victories

That was fought in olden times

Woods are calling my griefull heart

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Enchanted by horizon frost is drying my heart

Cold wind blow in my face

Snow from the mountains

Looking on Alma in far distance

I hear the woods calling my name

Woods - take me away!

Woods - close my eyes!

Woods - take my heart!

Woods - and let me die!