Wood Songtext

von Tunng

The boys pitched their old canvas in sun
And the scattering light swam around them
And they held up their chemical tin
Like a small god cold dish around them
The night grew a great white tree of stars
And the teacher heard words in the darkness
Found the boys laid out in the sun
Where the wild horse lives from his harness
(This is the heaviest tree I've ever carried!)

Clothes in his tree-house have few people
And the paper did he finish marking
They came up this people smell his boots
Because he still couldn't stop the hills talking
The boys pitched their old canvas in sun
And the scattering light swam around them
And they held up their chemical tin
Like a small cod cold dish around them

Follow the needle, (follow the needle)
Up through Swincome Wood (Up through Swincome Wood)
Follow the pathway, (follow the pathway)
Anyway you could (anyway you could)
You follow the needle (you follow the needle)
Up through Swincome Wood (Up through Swincome Wood)
Follow the pathway, (follow the pathway)
Anyway ye could (anyway ye could)

The night grew a great white tree of stars
And the teacher heard words in the darkness
Found the boys laid out in the sun (follow the pathway)
Where the wild horse lives from his harness (anywhere you go)
Those in this tree have few people (follow me in)
And the paper did he finish marking (up through Swincome Wood)
They came up this people smell his boots (follow the pathway)
Because he still couldn't stop the hills talking (anywhere you go)