The green leaves in August
In the forest deep rich green
Hardwoods oak and beech
And Blakeney straits stream
The forest in the height of summer
Enjoying long warm days
It doesn’t even matter if we get odd days of rain
The rain brings out the scent of oak leaves
And the warm damp ground
Earth rich smells a plenty
When the sun again shines down
Rays of light beam through the trees
Scattered flecks of light through the leaves
Oh to be in the Forest of Dean in summer
Walking through the trees
