Lyrics

Haunting, bending
Old branches creaking
Low overhead
Lowly like me

I hear a wind
Calling out to me
Whispering a sad, soft song
Through the willow trees

I hear it all at once
I hear it twice
Everything is echoing
Crying out to me
Calling out my name
These old woods
Felled
Just like you
We're hunted
By the ones with chainsaws
Driving at our souls

I hear a wind
Calling out to me
Whispering this sad, soft song
Through the willow trees