Wrapped up in your arms
The woods they call out to me
Right out the backdoor
The trails lead straight to its heart
The afternoons in fall
We'd lose ourselves
In its green, green arc
And wonder out loud
Of the path ahead
Like our lives ahead
Now those days have long gone past
So did the walks we had
Winter bled into the trees
The woods came to a standstill
Never before did I loathe this cold so much
Wrapped up in your arms
The woods they call out to me, still
But out the backdoor
The trails don't lead to its heart
Cause those days have long gone past
So did the walks we had
Winter bled into the trees
The woods came to a standstill
Never before did I loathe this cold so much
And the woods, they call out to me
And the woods, they call out to me
And the woods, they call out to me
And the woods, they call out to me

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