I Saw Her Through The Pines - Solanaceae

A maiden through the pines

Away, away she ran

And saw herself laid out

Upon the moss and stone

They want to hold her hand

They want to reach inside

So deep inside deep inside

I saw her through the pines

Soon the horned one goes

Deep, deep into the pines

And sounds of hooves on stone

Are carried on the wind

He wants to hold your hand

He wants to reach inside

So deep inside deep inside

I saw him through the pines