Full moon rising And I can smell the pines I walk the woods at night Beneath the linen stars Light of a different kind Shines so bright I see your face in the sky In the woods at night I see your face and I feel your grace and I am enbracing Trunk with the golden bark Dark flames rising And I can feel the heat I was born in the winter Wind howling down the street Lonely frozen windows Light from a distant star Now I’m deep in the forest I’m embracing the dark