Do you hear the trees fall in the forest Do you hear the Moon at night Do you hear the cuckoo as she sleeps Hear the rolling of the deep Rolling of the deep Do you hear the fern out in the fields Do you think that music heals Do you hear the twilight stepping down Before her feet touch the ground She makes no sound I will return Return to the wild To my wild birds and deer I will return to the wild If you let sorrow come in on you He will come and stay He will sit down to wine and dine And he won’t go away Do you hear the ships sail in the forest Do you hear the strawberries grow in the salt sea Do you hear the amber falls Your memory calls I will return Return to the wild To my wild birds and deer I will return to the wild