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