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There was once a golden forest, with secrets only known |
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To our three boys, brave as could be, that reached its inner sea |
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From one afternoon of duties, the decision came to me |
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To venture off the beaten path, where mother said to be |
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How her words did haunt us when all green turned to black |
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The treetops sound their warning out; Past here no turning back! |
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If this forest you may leave, simple quest for thee |
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Dive into the midnight sea, and find our golden key |
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If we do, we trust you'll help us, to make our way back home |
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Before morning breaks, and mother wakes, we had better sleep |
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Sure thing said the sneaky trees, laughing amongst themselves |
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Didn't their mother ever say: You cannot trust a tree. |
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So long to your flesh and bone, the key is out on loan |
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Home, home... make yourselves at home, in this golden dome |
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Still we are trees, the sandman grieves, this dream will never leaf |
