In shrouded forests, in England's leafy dales 
An air of mystery, yeah, of long-forgotten tales 
Where time stands still, and flowers sway, and the river passes by 
place of peace, of mystery, where the autumn breezes sigh 

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I will remember, the mist upon the downs 
Yeah, that September, the mist upon the downs 

Through country roads, and winding lanes, leading to the hills 
I walk and gaze upon the land, until I've had my fill 
Peace of mind is yours to find, in a countryside so green 
And there's no man could stand and fail to be moved by this scene 

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Misty days, and secret ways, beneath the autumn trees 
Falling leaves upon the ground, yeah the calm is all around me 
When [bad word]  when problems rise, the woodland pull is strong 
Surrounded by the forest deep, there is no right nor wrong. 

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