The Magic Wood - Joan Baez

The Magic Wood - Joan Baez (琼·贝兹)
The wood is full of shining eyes
The wood is full of creeping feet
The wood is full of tiny cries
You must not go to the wood at night
I met a man with eyes of glass
And a finger as curled as the wriggling worm
And hair all red with rotting leaves
And a stick that hissed like a summer snake
The wood is full of shining eyes
The wood is full of creeping feet
The wood is full of tiny cries
You must not go to the wood at night
He sang me a song in backwards words
And drew me a dragon in the air
I saw his teeth through the back of his head
And a rat's eyes winking from his hair
The wood is full of shining eyes
The wood is full of creeping feet
The wood is full of tiny cries
You must not go to the wood at night
He made me a penny out of a stone
And showed me the way to catch a lark
With a straw in a knot and a whispered word
Penny worth of ginger wrapped up in a leave
The wood is full of shining eyes
The wood is full of creeping feet
The wood is full of tiny cries
You must not go to the wood at night
He asked me my name and where I lived
I told him a name from my book of tales
He asked me to come with him into the wood
And dance with the kings from under the hills
The wood is full of shining eyes
The wood is full of creeping feet
The wood is full of tiny cries
You must not go to the wood at night
But I saw that his eyes were turning to fire
And I watched the nails grow in his wriggling hand
And I sent my prayers all out in a rush
And found myself safe on my fathe's land
The wood is full of shining eyes
The wood is full of creeping feet
The wood is full of tiny cries
You must not go to the wood at night