To A Forest Old And Dark
It's grown too dark for me to shoot
Keep breathing loudly ,Friend.
This drumming rain has beckoned root
It's grown too dark for me to shoot
Old branches hold me, leafless mute
An ent's my shepherd in the end
It's grown too dark for me to shoot
Keep breathing loudly,Friend.
For entwives:
He spoke of love with greenish eyes
But heart-wood wanted words to hear.
He never questioned forest ties.
He spoke of love with greenish eyes
And when she left in garden guise
He didn't think to shed a tear.
He spoke of love with greenish eyes
But heart-wood wanted words to hear.
