Testo: Lost In The Trees. Wooden Walls of This Forest Church.

I follow
The path of a white doe
Wooden walls of this forest church
Protect me from falling snow

And what have I learned
The coward is so concerned
If the sun will come out and burn
All who went out of turn

And I think that you're alive
You've done just fine
You don't always have to get it right
Get it right the first time

And I'll follow