He and I
Seek the silent
Half way through
Beneath
Travelling in
The woven Branches
Of another
World
Got to hall ending
Step from living trees
My trial now
Let come to pass
He and I
On a silent path
This is
The way we know
We go on
This is the hope
Woven branches
Falling
Take our weights
I see this
Down this way
A place
So it comes to pass
We go our seperate ways
A solitary course
To a place of rest
Passing through
The golden grey
This is the way
The only way
On a course
Brign them to
Our place of rest