In the Cathy LeSurf version on Albion Band's "Under the Rose," I always heard it as "There's a songbird there singing, the woodlands of England..." - not "There's a song that they're singing..."

The line rendered in this thread as "There'll be nowhere to comfort..." or "carve out..." always sounded to me like "There'll be nowhere to cry out in pain or in anger." That's a little redundant with the "whisper your secrets" verse, but I think it's a point worth emphasizing. When I lived in a big city I thought that some entrepreneur ought to open "screaming parlors" with soundproof booths where you could go to vent on a bad day. People with woodlands nearby don't have that problem ; )

I adore this song - the hairs on the back of my neck stand up every time I hear it. Happy Arbor Day, everybody!