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

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