I can see the woods Where ferns cover the grounds There is nothing good But beautiful sounds A slate house and trees of pine The fireplace of stone Nothing could be better Than calling this home And though it's hard to grasp My visions have now come to pass And though it's hard to believe Our dreams that were always meant to be The forest in summertime And fires when it's cold Spending time with you Never gets old The place where children play The ferns beneath our feet Memories just like this I always will keep And though it's hard to grasp My visions have now come to pass And though it's hard to believe Our dreams that were always meant to be And though it's hard to grasp My visions have now come to pass And though it's hard to believe Our dreams that were always meant to be