When I go to the wood

"I have been to the wood, my dear,
Where the wild red strawberries grow,
And I have been to the wood, my dear,
Where the mosses softly grow.
And I have been to the wood, my dear,
Where the silent shadows grow.
And I have been to the wood, my dear,
Where the shadows softly grow.
And I have been to the wood, my dear,
And I have come back to you.