Wychwood

Telling stories that no-one believes to the trees
Secrets of witches and thieves
In the leaves

I light up smoke off the fire
I lift up my eyes to the sky and the stars in the night

The wind sings a song to the leaves of the trees
Courtship of flowers and bees in the trees
The moon pulls the waves to the shore
A love that is asking for more brings me back to your door

Who’s in the plane flying by in the sky
Galaxies pass through the eyes of a child
I drive far away in the night
We make our escape by the light of that old satellite

AHHHHH

Closing his eyes to the moon, he’s a dream
Future and past interweave, and deceive
The wood lines the shelters and listens
To promises kept in the thistles and briars beneath

AHHHHHHH

Smoke from the fire fills the air