[When]1 you walk through woods, I want you 
               to see
The floating gold of a bumble bee.
[Rivers of sunlight, pools of shade,
Toadstools sleeping in mossy jade.]2
A cobweb net with a catch of dew,
Treetops cones against the blue,
Dancing flowers, bright green flies,
And birds to put rainbows in your eyes.

When you walk through woods I want you 
               to hear
A million sounds in your little ear,
[The scratch and rattle of wind-tossed trees,
A rush, a timid chipmunk flees.]2
The cry of a hawk from the distant sky,
The purr of leaves when a breeze rolls by,
Brooks that [mumble]3, stones that ring,
And birds to teach your heart to sing.

When you walk through the woods I want you 
               to feel
That no mere man could make this real...
[Could paint the throb of a butterfly's wings,
Could teach a woodchuck how to sing,]2
Could give the wonders of earth and sky;
There's something greater than you [or]4 I.
When you walk through the woods and the [birches]5 nod,
[Son, meet a friend of mine named GOD.]6