Bears Of Legend - No Moccasins lyrics

(Talking) Birds are whistling songs from the trees to my ears. Pines are growing tall making me feel like small And I wish I could make them talk to me. Winds on my skin sailing dreams in my heart. Waves bringing rocks to the shore like a boat And I still don't know what to do with me. What do you want me to do? What do you want me to say? X 2