Testo Foal

Pine needles underfoot
After rain, dripping in the woods
We wear no shoes when we cross the stream
Dappled shadows, brother pulling on my sleeve

Move in cautiously behind the bushes
There's something in the leaves
A foal is crying, its mother on the ground
Her eyes are open but she makes no sound
The foal's leg is broken, crows circle all around
A scream shoots through the branches
Then he covers my mouth

What would Father do?
We're all alone here and we don't know what to do

He leaves me standing by the mother and foal
Says he won't be long but the minutes pass slow
And after what seems hours, he returns to me
With a rock in his hands, he need not speak

Moonlight on the stream and over our hands as we clean Mists rise through the green of the forest as we leave
Mists rise through the green of the forest as we leave