Wondrous cool, thou woodland quiet

Wondrous cool, thou woodland quiet,
Thee a thousand times I greet.
Far away from rush and riot,
Ah, they soothing sounds are sweet.
Dreaming on thy mossy carpet, here is rest and peace.
Tis as if, beneath thy shadows all my cares and troubles cease.

Song of flutes across the valley, floating faint and far away
Fills my heart with mystic longing for the beauty they portray.
Rock me in thy woodland cradle, still my every care.
Breathing joy and sweet contentment on thy fragrant, scented air.

Here mid simple needs and pleasures,
Be thou still, my beating heart!
Peace and silence hover round me,
Care and bitterness depart.
Sing ye sweet, ye woodland voices,
Sing your slumbersong!
Cares and worries be forgotten,
all ye troubles, get you gone.