And the silver leaf sweeps across the mossy ground
The yellow broom waves in the cool spring breeze
And the days go round
Go round

Green buds grow in the sun of the spring 
Skies turning blue behind the clouds
Rains that are passing
In the warm of the day

Cross at the willow
And say what you want
The days that were lost are days that were found

Each path is an adventure winding through the forest
Around every corner is place of wonder
Where will we go
Where will we go today

Moonlit nights and warm sunny days 
Pass by like fireflies lighting up the sky
And the days go round
Go round

Cross at the willow
And say what you want
The days that were lost are days that were found