Down in the Woods - Richard Hawley

They think TV is the thing

They think cars everything

To kiss your kind, apple cheeks

Stolen love under a canopy of trees

Won’t you follow me down

Down into the woods

Won’t you follow me down

Come back feeling good

There must be a place for us

For you and I to be as one

Around your shoulders, around your hair

My eyes were blinded by solar flares

Won’t you follow me down

Down into the woods

Won’t you follow me down

Come back feeling good

Come back feeling good

A fungus grows though the leaf mould

Eat me and you shall hold

A rainbow

A rainbow

There must be a place for us

For you and I to be as one

Around your shoulders, in your hair

My eyes are blinded by solar flares

These seismic moments rare and few

Does this seismic kiss from you

Take all that’s bitter, all that’s cold

Does the shadow in me show?

Wisen up, she can see, eat me whole and lose your hope

For the days, these woods are sold

I would like you to know

I love you

I love you

Won’t you follow me down

Down into the woods

Won’t you follow me down

Come back feeling good

Won’t you follow me down

Come back feeling good

Come back feeling good

Down into the greenwood

Come back feeling good

Good, good, good, good