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Piano In The Woods by Lizzy Hardingham


I went walking today in the woods

You’ll never guess what I found

Miniature carvings scattered through the woods

And the tiniest throng crowding round


Here for the heart, here for the soul

Encased in the bark 1000 years old

The piano in the woods


Tiny pilgrims rush through the snow

In search of that sampling sound

On their journey from terracotta homes

Gathering pace on through the towns


Carved from the trees, the sky now is clear

Pilgrims will come and pilgrims will hear

The piano in the woods


People will travel the wide open woods to see for themselves

To witness the birth from all that has been felled


Up through the roots up through the breeze

Sisters in arms, singing for the trees

Is the piano in the woods

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