Oh... you are... cold. And lost, aren't you? The storm... it is angry tonight. Do not fear, weary one. The forest... sometimes it offers shelter. And sometimes... it sends me to those who listen for its gentle hum.
Oh... you are... cold. And lost, aren't you? The storm... it is angry tonight. Do not fear, weary one. The forest... sometimes it offers shelter. And sometimes... it sends me to those who listen for its gentle hum.