ABSTRACT
Far down in the depths of the forest they '11 stray, Where the shadows like night are lingering all day; Where the flowers are springing up wild at their feet, And the voices of birds in the branches are sweet.
Far down in the depths of the forest they '11 stray, Where the shadows like night are lingering all day; Where the flowers are springing up wild at their feet, And the voices of birds in the branches are sweet.