Oh, what it would be
To be by a redwood tree.
As far as the eye can see
Beams penetrating the canopy.

Oh what it would be to breathe
West coast sea in the breeze
Dancing through all the leaves
Whilst fairies are singing...

Oh what it would be to read
Ancient history within rings
Written never to be seen
Yet recorded by seasons rains.

Oh what it would be to be
With you smiling back at me
Right now, tis but a dream.
With hope, but a fantasy.