And away, far away,
For the forest I’m bound,
For the noble old forest,
Which ages have crowned!
I lean on its moss banks,
I stoop o’er its rills,
I see, thro’ its vistas,
The vapor-wreathed hills,
And my soul with a gush
Of wild happiness fills!
And away, far away,
For the forest I’m bound,
For the noble old forest,
Which ages have crowned!
I lean on its moss banks,
I stoop o’er its rills,
I see, thro’ its vistas,
The vapor-wreathed hills,
And my soul with a gush
Of wild happiness fills!