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Backwoods of my dream I'm strolling deeper in Something's nearing close Still I'm feeling secure Cathedral of trees Crowns the shade of deepest green In this dome Is your home Edge of winter eve Soul is fortified Do you hear the distant howls? It's time to leave In the raven's eye Glimmering of life In the embrace of the wild A place for home Standing on spiral Is bearer of the horns Time is short in my eyes And gold will wane to dust Confounded by the words Of gray man of the woods In layers of mind I'm feeling fine. From Letras Mania