Take me away from the traffic noise,

I plead, I demand.

Take me away from the city lights

concealing the faraway land.

The trees that once were green,

of which I could dance among with my brethren,

The beauty burns away,

And what’s replaced with the forest is a 7-11.

Take me away,

Take me away.

Take me to your rivers

and your fresh Spring meadows.

Take me away to the lively trees

and I’ll sing amongst the sparrows.

Free me from the busy streets

and in the woodlands I will stay.

From the beetles to the wolves,

howling in the pale moonlight.

Take me away,

Take me away.