[Music & Lyrics by Wircki]    Came the long winter's cold and told it's tale to me  Flew the moonbirds suggesting spells of the gleaming moon  Blew the wind with it's mystifying whispers  Swaying firs compiling secret words  For those with a mind to know    Ancient phares within the treetops  The language of the ages old  Spells never buried, the bard eternal,  The spirit of woodland sings it's wisdom, spreads it's magical might  And luckless lands of north reveal their secret forth