Magic Forests through which we walk
And when I walk through the pathways of heaven,
I stumble upon magic forests.
The whites turn to green here and the stones turn to dreams,
I hear sounds of the winds, hear water bubbling through,
And I know that if a choice was made to me, I would willingly surender myself to this beautiful view
I stumble upon magic forests.
The whites turn to green here and the stones turn to dreams,
I hear sounds of the winds, hear water bubbling through,
And I know that if a choice was made to me, I would willingly surender myself to this beautiful view
