Whispering Woods

Tell me, tell me whispering woods What is the secret of man’s youth Life and death is in the power of the tongue This is what all the wise men have sung Tell me, tell me whispering woods What is the secret of man’s wisdom Was it not Solomon who was the wisest of all The holy fear of the Lord kept him from many a fall Tell me, tell me whispering woods Why are bad days so many and good days few The earth is groaning under pangs of new birth Till evil runs its course there will be no mirth Tell me, tell me whispering woods When will be the day of the Lord When confusion and contradiction shout from their tower And men of God are made to shiver and cower, When the path of truth will be concealed And crops no more will give their yield When the whispering woods will shed its leaves And no more whisper is heard in trees