Weeping In The Forest

One, two,three, four

Uncle Benjo called me
Before the children went a while
Life was good
Life was free
Not like it yesterday

Children running everywhere, and the tree were looking after
Little spirits dancing there
Among the sweet sweet laughter

Oh but there's weeping in the forest
Now that the children have gone
And the trees at night get no rest
They were there when the children were born

Hmm hmm hmm
Uncle let me fly, away with you
Let me see thing you see
The children laugh, the children do
As they play among the tree

Oh but there's weeping in the forest
Now that the children have gone
And the trees at night get no rest
They were there when the children were born

Hmm hmm hmm
Hmm hmm hmm