There was a man called Idris

Who lived a quiet life,

He worked quite hard, 

In later life

He spent each day

In Johnstown woods

A peaceful man - a happy soul 

Each day a smile

The days were warm

He carried on

Each day a smile

Alas the days - they carried on

He got old and weary 

Each day he had spent in Johnstown woods

Fleeting memories of sunshine days 

His time had come

To shuffle off

His mortal coil was waning 

He took one chance

His last chance

To see the woods so gayly

He came about the clearing view

A peaceful man - a happy soul 

He sat there thinking 

Hoping 

Praying 

That when he met the end of days 

Here he'd come and spend his days

In peace

At peace

Harmonious with bee and bug

Friend with tree and leaf

Longer sat there

So at rest

Purple light and the bruising sky

The night had crept around

Idris didn't care 

The cold had come

His favourite place 

The ground around began to slip 

Roots and leaf began to shuffle

Idris didn't care 

Ivy roots and little bugs

Curled around his hands and boots

The trees had watched and whispered 

They had watched year to year

Idris always smiling so at peace

They had heard 

The ground 

The trees

The hill itself

The leaves the pines the twigs 

They all heard him hoping praying

Idris felt the ground around him

Come around and hold him close

He loved the woods and they knew too

So long waited to be together 

Hold him closer

The ground indeed did 

Ivy riots had come around

His hands - his hair, they held him close

Idris didn't care

So gladly he had come that day 

Night had come for him

The woods had never loved so much, 

that little did they know, 

the night had come and when it left, 

The light had left the one they loved,

But still he smiled, 

more at peace, always with the one he loved,

Years went by and still he is

At peace in Johnstown woods 

And if you sit and wait a while

The ivy roots and little bugs

Will great you with a loving hug

Or perhaps it's Idris of Johnstown woods