And obending such a willow tree,
|
Sweet pink twilight, thunder leaves.
|
We all look sad as the sun goes down,
|
The forest whips a deathly howl.
|
|
Something¡¯s sturring deep inside,
|
The trees stand deadly still tonight.
|
The sun on river stops its flow,
|
The ravens gather in the creepy cold.
|
|
Slowly coming, slowly gathering.
|
|
If you go down to the woods today looking for a big surprise
|
The orchestra is coming to play before your very eyes.
|
And everything you¡¯ve ever been is in the show tonight.
|
Wrapped up in your very own symphony.
|
|
Don¡¯t go down to the woods today, you really have no choice
|
The orchestra demands your presence, strictly on your own.
|
Stand to your potential is the death to your soul.
|
I hope you¡¯ve been good, boys and girls.
|
|
The foam hands to the poet¡¯s house,
|
I ran cursed ash and sweetest lies.
|
Everybody down at the bottom of the parlor.
|
The hippies in aband on the camping sat.
|
All the land and under sea, everybody¡¯s playing hide and seek.
|
Can¡¯t top run your shadow today, orchestra¡¯s very very hungry.
|
|
Slowly coming, slowly gathering.
|
|
If you go down to the woods today you¡¯re in for a big surprise
|
The orchestra is coming to play before your very eyes.
|
Strip the mellow from your coats and feed it to the night
|
Soaked in your very old symphony.
|
|
Don¡¯t go down to the woods today, you really have no choice
|
The orchestra is calling your name, strictly you alone.
|
All the hugs, the terrible love, all you¡¯ve ever been
|
Drowning in your very own symphony.
|
|
And they¡¯re looking for a groat, is it your lucky day
|
If you been a bad boy, then, Lord, you better pray.
|
¡®cause either the devil will wish it on you
|
Endlessly playing humanity¡¯s chew.
|
But he¡¯s keeping a scar from one out to ten,
|
And some of you, buggers, go up to eleven.
|
Stare to attention as they smog to the fire
|
Of the life that you lived in the comfort of all.
|
|
Don¡¯t go down to the woods tonight, don¡¯t go down to the woods tonight,
|
Don¡¯t go down to the woods tonight, don¡¯t go down to the woods tonight,
|
Don¡¯t go down to the woods tonight, don¡¯t go down to the woods tonight,
|
Don¡¯t go down to the woods all alone.
|
|
-----------------
|
The Ghost Moon Orchestra
|
| Mostly Autumn |
