The Woods

Oh, Oh, get to the woods and go
It feels like home, get to the woods and go
It feels like home, get to the woods and go

Running down pathways of trees and roots
Climbing down rocks with my hiking boots
I hear the wind, I feel the sunshine
Percolating, through tall forest pines

Life is primed to burst from the ground down deep
move my feet through the mud they steep

It feels like home, get to the woods and go
It feels like home, get to the woods and go

I'm in a place where I don't know
I like these hills, I like these roads
I don't know, where any of them go
I like these hills, they are my home

The secret hallway of the trees
We forget under our feet
The mystery lives a mile away
In your home, in your own place

Oh, Oh, get to the woods and go
Oh, Oh, get to the woods and go
Just go

Reishi mushrooms on the trail's water side
on the broken trees when they fell and died
purple flowers that are used to heal
on the bottom of the mountain trail

Ohhh ohh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh

It's getting dark at the water's edge
across the bay on a cliff ledge
Looking down, this is where I roam
I write a poem, I like my home

Woods in Spring, off from the beaten paths
Ghosts in trees where a cool breeze passed

It feels like home, get to the woods and go
It feels like home, get to the woods and go

I'm in a place where I don't know
I like these hills, I like these roads
I don't know, where any of them go
I like these hills, they are my home

The secret hallways of the trees
We forget underneath our feet
The mystery lives a mile away
In your own home, in your own place

Oh, Oh, get to the woods and go



Credits
Writer(s): Emily Michaud
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