You Move Through The Woods
Like A Cosmic Soul In The Cold Tranquil Breeze Of Christmas.

Won't You Come Back Home Where You Belong?
The Trees Are Dying, The Stars Are Falling, The Moon's Light Is Fading Away.

Mother Earth Is Trapped Under The Grey Clouds Of This Cruel World.
The Trivial Minds Of These Species
Are Lacking Contentment,
Save Us.

Save The Happy One's
&
Leave The Sad One's Alone.