Текст песни
[Вступление] (Warm electric piano chords, soft percussion shaker, melodic bassline enters with a smooth, walking groove) [Куплет 1] Step off the asphalt, leave the city lines behind Walk in the shadow of the giants, quiet your mind See how the morning mist is clinging to the bark A silent cathedral standing in the national park I’ll be your guide today, just follow where i tread Under the ancient canopy that arches overhead [Припев] We are walking under needles, breathing in the pine Every single branch is reaching for a shared design Deep beneath the soil, the roots are holding hands An unspoken language running through the forest lands We're part of the circle, we're part of the flow Under the green cathedral where the wild things grow [Куплет 2] Look to the clearing where the ferns are drinking light A red-tailed hawk is circling, adjusting its flight The black bear is waking in the valley far below Nothing is hurried here, everything is slow The river is a ribbon of crystal and of blue It feeds the willow tree, and it feeds me and you [Припев] We are walking under needles, breathing in the pine Every single branch is reaching for a shared design Deep beneath the soil, the roots are holding hands An unspoken language running through the forest lands We're part of the circle, we're part of the flow Under the green cathedral where the wild things grow [Бридж] (Smooth saxophone solo, swelling under sophisticated major-seventh chords) Thousands of winters, and thousands of springs Witness to the beauty that the balance brings No one is a stranger when you listen to the breeze We are all connected in the shelter of the trees [Guitar solo] (Tasteful, clean electric guitar solo with a warm, melodic west coast tone) [Припев] We are walking under needles, breathing in the pine Every single branch is reaching for a shared design Deep beneath the soil, the roots are holding hands An unspoken language running through the forest lands We're part of the circle, we're part of the flow Under the green cathedral where the wild things grow [Аутро] Just feel the breeze now Let your worries drift away Under the canopy... (Warm harmonies fade out with a relaxed, sophisticated groove and soft percussion)
