Tell Me About the Forest (You Once Called Home)
DCDL#: 21ITL4TellMeAbout
PUBLISHING DATA From album "Into The Labyrinth", Track 08.   1993
LYRICS - Note:  Lyrics confirmed by the 2005 Tour program book.  [sic] notations mark the spelling or grammatical errors in that one source.
Farewell now my sister.
Up ahead there lies your road.
Your conscience walks beside you.
It's the best friend you will ever know.
The past is now your future,
It [sic] bears witness to your soul.
Make sure that the love you offer up
does not fall on barren soil.

For the wind cries of late In [sic] the whispering grass.
Our way of life is held In [sic] the spinning wheels of chance.

I believe in the ways of an older law.
When we used to dance to a different drum,
and we are changing are [sic] ways.
Yes we are taking on different roads.
Tell me more about the forest that you once called home.

For the wind cries of late in the whispering leaves,
and the sun will turn to waste the heavens we build above.

Father teach your children to treat our mother well.
If we give her back her diamonds she will offer up her pearl.

But I'm not bitter, no I'm surviving.
To face the world, to raise the future.
So why don't you tell me, come on and tell me.
About the world you left behind.
Come on and tell me.

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Here is the "Into the Labyrinth" CD layout for the lyrics:

Farewell now my sister
Up ahead there lies your road
Your conscience walks beside you
It's the best friend you will ever know
The past is now your future
It bears witness to your soul
Make sure that the love you offer up
Does not fall on barren soil.

For the wind cries of late
In the whispering grass.
Our way of life is held
In the spinning wheels of chance.

I believe in the ways of an older law
When we used to dance to a different drum
and we are changing our ways
Yes we are taking on different roads
Tell me more about the forest
That you once called home.

For the wind cries of late
In the whispering leaves
And the sun will turn to waste
The heavens we build above.

Father teach your children
To treat our mother well
If we give her back her diamonds
She will offer up her pearl.

But I'm not bitter no I'm surviving.
To face the world, to raise the future.
So why don't you tell me, come on and tell me
About the world you left behind.
Come on and tell me.