With Trees Lyrics - Korpiklaani

Far, far away, where the birch wouldn't grow 

Far, far away and where the wind freezes your face 

There you won't be alone 

I would rather fly with eagles, to the snow hills 

I would rather run with wolves, between the trees 

I would rather be with trees, than in the middle of noisy streets 

So far away, My mind flies to the moon 

Far, far away, I can see what happens soon 

And what's most important