Lyrics

We wondered where we stood
In the rock that's in the wood
Hidden chapel, sacred stone
Carried here by those who've gone
Through the window, to the hills
Emerald chatters, autumn spills
She wears a cloak of gold
The mother here, the chestnut oak
Twist and turn to catch the breeze
Cold fire licks the leads
Rhododendron, maple fern
Roam the refuge, live and learn
Hallowed be the stream that winds
Down the mountain path we find
From the ridge we see below
Gracious hollow, now we know
Written by: Anna Krippenstapel, Heather Summer
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