This was complete musically & lyrically in 1983, but the lyrics are being re-written....

 Child Of The Forest       ( 1983 )








She was born a child of the forest

and she loved the light through the pines

but the hand she clings to on the mountains isn't mine

Long forgot are days among the strangers

in the streets where life is used to till

the sad and noisy furrows of the factories

never still, never still


I'm asking nothing of her future



I would trade these days among the strangers

the dreams becoming thin and cold

cursing time that makes me ever fearful to be old

From the bridge I look down on me

river stealing my tears

.....all her years


I'm asking nothing of her future