Weeping In The Forest

One, two,three, four Uncle Benjo called me Before the children went a while Life was good Life was free Not like it yesterday Children running everywhere, and the tree were looking after Little spirits dancing there Among the sweet sweet laughter Oh but there's weeping in the forest Now that the children have gone And the trees at night get no rest They were there when the children were born Hmm hmm hmm Uncle let me fly, away with you Let me see thing you see The children laugh, the children do As they play among the tree Oh but there's weeping in the forest Now that the children have gone And the trees at night get no rest They were there when the children were born Hmm hmm hmm Hmm hmm hmm