[Intro] . [Verse] In a wood there grows a tree From this wood the old tree sings And in this tree there lives a sprite She sings the tree song every night [Verse] And in this tree there is a dome A little woven elven home It hangs from a limb like a silver pear Surrounded by a magic air [Instrumental] . [Verse] A mystic moss grows on this tree A glowing moss of mystery This magic glow It fills the grove In the wood where the old tree grows [Verse] And in this moss dwell tiny gnomes Nesting in their mossy homes Weavers of the old tree's bones This elder tree stands not alone [Instrumental] . [Outro/Fade Out] In a wood there grows a tree From this wood the old tree sings From it's spirit It sings And sings The last of the elder trees
