When the harvest all was gathered In the sunny autumn weather To the green wood blithe and merry We went foraging together And through the woods we wandered long So deep and dark and green We heard a sweet voice calling us Though no-one could be seen The wild things of the woodland Scarce seemed of us afraid The blue jay flashed before us And the squirrel near us played And through the woods we wandered long So deep and dark and green We heard a sweet voice calling us Though no-one could be seen We ate our fruit and rested On a fallen tree moss-grown And still a voice kept calling In the softest, tenderest tone And through the woods we wandered long So deep and dark and green We heard a sweet voice calling us Though no-one could be seen