Conversations: Rider Where The Trees Are Low

I've heard quite a few theories about the name I chose
It's the strangest one you came across so far, I suppose
Everybody's asking for the meaning and the cause
So, to end the rumours, let me tell you how it was

There was a concert in my town that I wanted to see
Since I knew people in the band, I got the ticket free
The singer was a friend of mine, he also played guitar
A small giant with brown hair and a Scottish great grandma

"Ride" on the drummer's t-shirt and my love for the outdoors
Subconsciously combined into a name I liked because
The words evoked a vague romantic image in my head
And if you want to know exactly what I mean by that

Come follow me into the woods, into a night unknown
I take you to a secret glade where I leave you alone
You wait a while in silence with the dancing fireflies
And suddenly, the silvan songs unfold before your eyes

Behold, behold
The glow of the green light
The trees, the trees
The trees are singin' tonight

And now, a tale.
Once upon a time, there was a minstrel on a horse
Riding through the forest (with his instrument, of course)
And when he passed a tree whose arms hung low over the place
His lyrics turned to swear words as the branches scratched his face

But hit by inspiration, he takes out his lute and picks
And comes up with The Ballad of the Rider and the Twigs
A matter of material, I hope you've understood
That this is not a rock song, it's a serenade of wood

Behold, behold
The glow of the green light
The trees, the trees
The trees are singin' tonight
Behold, behold
The leaves all look like gold
The trunks turn to guitars and
They strike up the songs of old
2, 3, 4

Behold, behold
The glow of the green light
The trees, the trees
The trees are singin' tonight
Come on, come on
Let's all join in the song
The verses of the nightfall
And the chorus of the dawn

The shadows start to fade and we feel the morning breeze
It's like a melody still rustles in the leaves
Underneath a larch, we sit among the moss
And the tree stump record player plays another song for us