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[verse] Can you feel the wind as it rushes through the valley? Can you hear the trees; the leaves, rustle in the breeze, softly the wind blows, caressing treetops on the mountainside, the branches sway and creak, shedding leaves, they drift gently down to earth, and all around an orange blanket; carpeting the forest floor, it rustles neath my feet as I walk along… [chorus] Walking, walking, I’m walking through the forest. Walking, walking, I’m walking all alone, I’m going home, just a stones throw from a place I used to know, used to play, used to say was mine and mine alone, near my home, where I used to roam, but now so overgrown... yet still so close to home… [verse] Can you hear the call of the crow , way up in the canopy; as she sits alone, calling her mate home? Can you hear the stream nearby, on this bleak and rocky mountainside? The waterfall rumbles and tumbles and crashes to the valley floor, down below, where above, the hawk soars up into the great blue sky and all around are fallen leaves which rustle neath my feet… [chorus] Walking, walking, I’m walking through the forest. Walking, walking, I’m walking all alone, I’m going home, just a stones throw from a place I used to know, used to play, used to say was mine and mine alone, near my home, where I used to roam, but now so overgrown... yet still so close to home…