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