Enter The Wood
by stock
Which way do I go, sure nobody knows
I hold a leather bag, filled with lost hopes
Now I stand in front of this narrow scope
Scared to put a foot forward, in case I cannot cope
Old oak tree throw me a rope, just speak to me;
Echo sweet bliss from the eroded bricks, hear my plea
Mind running free, and I am still fastened to the spot
Child I once was as now grown up, as she forgot?
Summer beneath the willow, where we would go to dance
The magical ancient valleys, much better at first glance
Summer in the forest, with tribes we would dance
Hand in hand, we would sing until our chests collapsed
"Hey Mr, what’s the paint on your face – can I have that?"
I became a warrior in ancient times, I learned tribal rhyme -
How to move in darkest of light in order to survive night
In the forest we would always go to dance –
The magical ancient valleys, so much better at first glance
I would then venture home,
My family would never believe what I’d said
They would blame it on my age, TV or the books I read
Still to this very day, when I pass that little spot
I ask the Indians and magical men, out to play
This little girl never forgot.
It’s hard to forget, the beautiful times
When all is so perfect that it feels like it’s a crime
I am so amazed my heartbeat fall’s a skip behind
I would spend hours trying to find –
The dragon’s den, I followed the path, right up until it ends
Magic lights guide me right to the door of their den
I open it up and unnerved I go and walk straight in
I see a dragon just sitting and staring, up to the sky
Just it and me alone and yes, dragons-fly!
The magic of the woods has not lost its appeal,
So many brilliant fairytales, so cleverly concealed
Ancient valleys, mapped out all in demand
Every girl’s dream is to learn how to dance.
I would then venture home,
My family would never believe what I’d said
They would blame it on my age, TV or the books I read
Still to this very day, when I pass that little spot
I ask the Indians and magical men, out to play
This little girl never forgot.
The magic is forever in a child’s heart
And the dragons still fly and the Indians still dance
So I say to you, enter the wood and take a chance