Ballett music box

I walk through the woods (My legs aren't walking) I walk through mountains (Which hold me tight) I feel my organs giving up Oooh, the stars, surround me, or do the trees? Well the Bushes like blankets (Blankets, blankets) There must've been the little child, come give me a hand by hand. And I love the Sound it does, I love it i love it, I love it i love it the singing it does. The times, time? ,,Time is for me luck" Luck? I thought luck is picked.