Firefly Grove

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Verse 1 :: Leaving the Village

It’s outside of the village, but it ain’t too far
Just above the growing earth, just below the fallin’ stars

I’m talking about a place called Firefly Grove
I’ll take you there to see it, if with me you will roam

Until we’re outside of the village, stay on your tippie-toes
‘Cause the Elders wouldn’t like it they knew where we were goin’

Not until we’ve made it ‘neath the cover of the trees
Can we shout n’ hoot n’ hollar just as loud as we please

Verse 2 :: Finding the path

Hmmm, da da, oh-da-lolly, hum-dee hey
We’ve made it to the forest, look at us, we’re on our way

The pathway to the Grove, it twists and winds
Only way to find it is to follow the signs

Catch a fallin’ leaf or hear a whisper in the wind
Spot the red shelled turtle and our journey will begin

Keep your eyes peeled but don’t lose your shirt
Or, the Tanglewood Root will tie a knot up in your skirt

Verse 3 :: Arrival at the Grove

We’ve found the path, we’ve on our way, we’re gettin’ real close
A little further and we’ll be there, wipe that dirt off of your nose

There’s a shortcut to mushrooms and the Burrow just ahead
In Beggar’s Canyon never-never land your speeder’s painted red

Across the final threshold, what do we have here
A giant meadow, ain’t she purdy, better than a phoenix tear

Welcome now, we’ve made it to Firefly Grove
For a little welcome gift how ’bout a four leaf clove

Verse 4 :: At Play in the Grove

Forest all around us, tall grass in between
With the Great Tree in the middle, she’s the best you’ll ever see

The other children of the village have also found their way
They’re playing on the tottalot of root and vine and hay

Quick now, let’s play “don’t touch the ground”
Jump and hop and hang while making seven silly sounds

Black bird singing with a star for an eye
Supernatural things sounding sweet from the sky

Verse 5 :: The Deep Forest

The Deep Forest looks upon us with an ancient gaze
Maybe one day we’ll be swallowed by her mystic haze

Listen to the tales of them coming of age
The older ones among us taking lessons from the sage

By themselves into the forest where the path is most dark
To bring back the secret fire and the Arden oak’s bark

In a few years, we’ll take that journey ourselves
Until that day comes, let’s keep our stones up on the shelf

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