sacred secret forest where the breeze smells sweet grateful to awaken from a deep sleep dreaming of the river we have known and the river flows downstream course it does that river knows our dreams clear as god this river we have seen just droplets of but here the drops converge in this stream the gateway is that pathway where the weeds grow high lately i ve been thirsty but i fly by driving til the teardrops all run dry chorus deeper i remember down this dream worn path steeper til we re laughing as we slide fast splashing in the wonder of this love chorus david wilcox all rights reserved