What wild wild woods these are.
What wild wild places that I roam,
and what wild wild places that I roam over muddy paths,
and over rocks and boulders and across the lakes,
the clear lakes and the muddied lakes,
and across the streams and the rivers where I go,
where I go.
What wild wild woods these are,
what wild wild places that I roam,
and what wild wild places I see,
before me as the wolves do roam,
and what a beautiful place it is their home,
and I,
I never in nature do feel alone,
I never feel alone in nature,
for it envelopes me like a blanket,
and it thrills me even when I am chilled to the bone,
and I am happiest alone,
happiest alone,
in these wild wild woods,
where I roam,
where I roam.
