A calling through the pines
It calls my soul
Embraced by breath of forest cold
Stories woven
Secrets told
A calling through the pines
It calls my soul
The winds of change
They lift my heart
Taking me where old truths part
Softly weaving
Nature's art
The winds of change
They lift my heart
Through fields of dreams and pastures wide
Echoes linger
Shadows glide
Mysteries in the currents hide
Through fields of dreams and pastures wide
The winds of change
They lift my heart
Taking me where old truths part
Softly weaving
Nature's art
The winds of change
They lift my heart
Beneath the moon
My spirit flies
Freed from earthly ties that bind
In the quiet
Peace I find
Beneath the moon
My spirit flies
The winds of change
They lift my heart
Taking me where old truths part
Softly weaving
Nature's art
The winds of change
They lift my heart