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
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