Old old wood

We belong to an old old wood
No one's ever understood
These knots are eyes to an odyssey
Beyond the rings
Of the cypress tree

And if you're very very quiet
You just might
Very very quiet
Come in, come in
Come in to the light

How to forge a path
Through the thickets and the vines
How to find a way
Beyond what's left behind
The fallen ones
The crushing tons
It's getting thicker all the time

We belong to an old old wood
Can't say that it's done much good
But you could meet with a rain owl's gaze
And drink from a stream where the starlight plays

And if you're very very quiet
You just might
Very very quiet
Come in come in
Come in to the light

It might appear, was never here
The tendrils creep, they never sleep
And if you're very very quiet
You just might
Very very quiet
Come in come in
Come in

if you're very very quiet
Come in come in
Come in to the light
Light