Song of the Wood
How does the song of the wood go?
Teach me all the changes, every line.
Blackthorn and slew, the taste of the wild you know
and would you fill my cup when I run dry?
My dusty soul would never lack
if you were the river through the night.
Give me your hand and we'll walk a starry path
along a dark, wild mountainside.
What did I do before I saw you
and where was I going when we met?
Now I don't care, I only want to know the truth
that no other heart but yours can guess.