The Ghost In Grandpa's Woods
The sun came up this morning,
And found me setting in a tree.
A cold, damp wind was blowing,
As I strained my eyes to see.
And found me setting in a tree.
A cold, damp wind was blowing,
As I strained my eyes to see.
The sound that I was hearing,
Made my heart begin to pound.
I scanned the woods for movement,
As my eyes looked all around.
Made my heart begin to pound.
I scanned the woods for movement,
As my eyes looked all around.
I knew that he'd be coming,
If I only gave him time.
This monster of the woodlands,
That was in his natural prime.
If I only gave him time.
This monster of the woodlands,
That was in his natural prime.
I'd studied all his movements,
And I knew where he would go.
But still I could not find him,
As I watched the ground below.
And I knew where he would go.
But still I could not find him,
As I watched the ground below.
He comes upon you silently,
And with a hush , is gone.
To steal away your hopes and dreams,
And then to travel on.
And with a hush , is gone.
To steal away your hopes and dreams,
And then to travel on.
But tomorrow brings another day,And my dreams will reappear.
As I seek the ghost of Grandpa's woods,
Embodied in a deer.
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