Two Old Trees - Kingfisher Sky

Two souls entwined

Like the branches of two old trees

Near the bank of the river, that’s where he was found

Eyes looked up from the ground

The woods hold so many tales

Half forgotten, half remained

They tell their own version

Of what happened that day

He saw her bathing, didn’t mean to watch

Her anger grew

Devoured by his own hounds

They didn’t know it was him

The woods hold so many tales

Half forgotten, half remained

They tell their own version

Of what happened that day, that day

The woods hold so many tales

Half forgotten, half remained

They tell their own version

Of what happened that day, that day

That day