There is a moaning, in the trees,
Accented by the Summer breeze.
Filled with heat from Sun above,
Is this the sound trees make in love?
The rubbing sound of a thousand leaves
Are sounds of love, among the trees.
There is a moaning, in the trees,
Accented by the Summer breeze.
Filled with heat from Sun above,
Is this the sound trees make in love?
The rubbing sound of a thousand leaves
Are sounds of love, among the trees.