Old Old Wood - Elysian Fields

We belong to an old old wood

No one’s ever understood

These knots are eyes to an odyssey

Beyond the rings

Of the cypress tree

But if you’re very very quiet

You just might

Come in, come in

Come in to the light

How to forge a path

Through the thickets and the vines

How to find a way

Beyond what’s left behind

The fallen ones

The crushing tons

It’s getting thicker all the time

We belong to an old old wood

Can’t say that it’s done much good

But you could meet

With a rain owl’s gaze

And drink from a stream

Where the starlight plays

But if you’re very very quiet

You just might

Come in come in

Come in to the light

It might appear, was never here

The tendrils creep, they never sleep

And if you’re very very quiet

You just might

Very very quiet

Come in come in

Come in to the light