There's a sound from the woods ever breezing
It keeps on whispering while still knowing more
There's a tide crushing in from the ocean
It tells of tidings from some distant shore
There's a cry from a child ever fearing
The marching boots at a mad man's call
There's a sigh of relief after lightning
Before the rain soothingly starts to fall
Tell me if you doubt
For what do we know for certain
Still there's a lot to learn
Before the final curtain
Till then we'll await
And step out from our hidings
To see face to face
The last of the latest tidings