Weeping in the Forest - Live

Uncle Benjo told me
Before the children went a while
Life was good
Life was free
Not like it is today

Children running everywhere
And the trees were looking after
Little spirits dancing there
Among the sweet, sweet laughter

Oh but there's weeping in the forest
Now that the children have gone
And the trees at night get no rest
For they were there when the children were born
Yeah

Uncle let me fly, away with you
Let me see the things you see
The children laugh, the children do
As they play among the tree

Oh but there's weeping in the forest
Now that the children have gone
And the trees at night get no rest
For they were there when the children were born
For fly away



Credits
Writer(s): Archibald William Roach
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