In forests we go walking to find the time for talking
to take us away from the city hustle ever stalking

I meet you on love’s wings at the perimeter of meadows
and I love you all the more as we enter soft green forest shadows

we take the paths less trodden to open new forest doors
we find our way to high places to meres and rugged moors

the ferns they point our way with glistening fronds a waving
guiding us through the timeless forest we find ourselves a weaving 
hand in hand we travel each a lovestruck wandering Gypsy
this time this place alone together precious magical and carefree

sun rays light the glades with golden shafts of wonder
we look aloft, laugh and dance beneath the forest grandeur

we lie down on forest beds and let our fingers do some walking
our hands our lips our tongue tips put a silence to the talking

again the language of forest love begins and with it our renewal
I’ll always be your forest love you my cherished forest jewel

when the forest loving is done and we must find our way back home
we’ll look forward to more forest talking and forest loving yet to come