When your fingers dare to take the wilderness from this land
A breeze will play in your thoughts
For a hundred years
All the flower’s hearts will ache to stand
And watch the leaves
Dry my tears

Apart from the cobwebs spun in my name forevermore
You may perhaps believe I roamed
In and out of sorrow
Yet if I could make you see heretofore
You would know I only cried
The tears I borrowed

When your fingers dare to take the wilderness from this land
I will spin cobwebs in your name
For a hundred years
Your heart will always ache to stand
So you can find the leaves
To dry your tears