Lady of the Wood - Ardentjohn

Walking appeal with his head but done

We try so hard to at a way

Fri in this milting for another strict

At the place that bored his head of me street

All the sea

And they maybe out of the world

And she baking him always the way

It's my rain tears fifty grant

And the heart time's a head

For he knows he can not return

To the place he knew

And the lady of the wood

And the time there's long sense gone

So reason all they glass

To the beautiful past

And drink to the time that used to be

And he drift all the sea

And they maybe out of the world

And she baking him always the way

It's my rain tears fifty grant

And the heart time's a head

For he knows he can not return

Yeah he knows he can not return