Down in the forest something stirred

So faint that I scarcely heard:

But the forest leapt at the sound,

Like a good ship homeward bound.

Down in the forest something stirred,

It was only the note of a bird.

Now in the morning of life I stand

And I long for the touch of your hand;

I am here, I am here at your door,

Oh love,

Oh, love,

we will wait no more!

Down in the forest something stirred,

It was only the note of a bird.