The wood stand silent in the night,
The stars glitter through the leaves,
Which whisper softly in the breeze,
Such a quiet and gorgeous sight.
A clear stream runs nearby,
The air's like balm so soft and warm,
A full moon hangs up in the sky -
A Queen surveying her own realm.
The stars glitter through the leaves,
Which whisper softly in the breeze,
Such a quiet and gorgeous sight.
A clear stream runs nearby,
The air's like balm so soft and warm,
A full moon hangs up in the sky -
A Queen surveying her own realm.