Walk Quietly - Trevor Hall

Tell me, do you see those horses riding in my dreams?

They say we were made from rain rivers and streams

Harvest all your thoughts like fields of golden corn

In my hand I hold the pollen of the dawn

Walk quietly

Walk quietly

In the magic of the northern woods I learn

Lift your song up to the winds and watch it turn

I own nothing, I own not even my soul

In the silence of the heart, all things unfold

Walk quietly

Walk quietly

Why don’t you walk quietly (walk quietly)

Walk quietly

Hold your breath from all those voices that are dark

Look inside and hear that symphony of harps

If we tune them well, the forest it will sing

Behold this song of many queens and kings

Walk quietly

Walk quietly

Why don’t you walk quietly (walk quietly)

Walk quietly