Lyrics
In the deep of the forest, where shadows do dance,
There flows a soft stream with a mystical trance.
Its waters so gentle, they glide with a grace,
Whispering songs through the night’s dark embrace.
A melody, haunting, from times long gone by,
It sings of the stars in the velvet night sky,
A lullaby, eternal, that whispers to leaves,
And the creatures of night hear on whispering breeze.
The owl in his wisdom, his eyes gleaming bright,
Perches above, in the soft silver light.
He listens, enraptured, to the stream's soft tune,
Then folds up his wings in the light of the moon.
The deer by the water, their heads they do lay,
Upon the soft moss where the moonlight does play.
Their ears catch the melody, sweet and profound,
In the forest's deep heart, where all echoes resound.
The fox, sly and cunning, with eyes like the coal,
Lowers himself down, in a soft forest knoll.
His dreams are of rivers, of waters so clear,
Where he chases his tail, without any fear.
The stream's lullaby, it weaves through the air,
A song without words, yet so tender and fair,
It speaks of a slumber, of peace and of rest,
In the arms of the forest, where dreams are blessed.
The leaves, they do rustle, a chorus they make,
With the stream's gentle song, for the night's sake.
No creature escapes the enchantment so deep,
As the stream sings its lullaby, all fall asleep.
And under the watch of the vigilant night,
The stream murmurs softly, till dawn's first light.
In the heart of the woods, where the shadows do play,
A lullaby streams, in a never-ending way.