Oh the neon lights were flashin'
The water seeped into his shoes
And the icy wind did blow
And the drizzle turned to snow
His eyes were red, his hopes were dead
>From the forest
And the wine was runnin' low
And the old man came home His tears fell on the sidewalk
As he stumbled in the street
A dozen faces stopped to stare
And the bottle was his friend
But no one stopped to speak
For his castle was a hallway
And the old man stumbled in
>From the forest The old man made his way
Up a dark and dingy staircase
His ragged coat around him
And he wondered how it happened
As upon his cot he lay
That he ended up this way
Getting lost like a fool
In the forest
And as he lay there sleeping A vision did appear
A face of one so dear
Upon his mantle shining
Who had loved him in the springtime
When the wildflowers did bloom
Of a long
In the forest
She touched his grizzled fingers
And then he heard the joyful sound
And she called him by his name
Of children at their games
In some forgotten town
In an old house on a hillside
Where the river runs down
>From the forest With a mighty roar the big jets soar
Above the canyon streets
And the con men con but life goes on
For the city never sleeps
And to an old forgotten soldier
For the old man has come home
The dawn will come no more
>From the forest.
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