Down in the forest something stirred,So faint that I scarcely heard;But the forest leapt at the sound,Like a good ship homeward bound.Down in the forest something stirred,It was only the note of a bird.Now in the morning of life I stand,And I long for the touch of your hand;I am here, I am here at your door,Oh love, oh love, we will wait no more!Down in the forest something stirred,It was only the note of a bird.