I see faces in the trees, I hear wonder in my heart. Where were the deers this misty morning, where will my mind wander to? Jam jars full of fireflies and a tent full of beauty.
Bring me the horizon.
I see faces in the trees, I hear wonder in my heart. Where were the deers this misty morning, where will my mind wander to? Jam jars full of fireflies and a tent full of beauty.
Bring me the horizon.