Weeping in the Forest

One, two,three, four

Uncle Benjo called me

Before the children went a while

Life was good

Life was free

Not like it yesterday

Children running everywhere, and the tree were looking after

Little spirits dancing there

Among the sweet sweet laughter

Oh but there's weeping in the forest

Now that the children have gone

And the trees at night get no rest

They were there when the children were born

Hmm hmm hmm

Uncle let me fly, away with you

Let me see thing you see

The children laugh, the children do

As they play among the tree

Oh but there's weeping in the forest

Now that the children have gone

And the trees at night get no rest

They were there when the children were born

Hmm hmm hmm

Hmm hmm hmm