October 31, 2005

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  …it is about time for another adifrentdrumr’s choice song lyric —

  
  

  this one seems quite appropriate for the season:

  
  

  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

   

  
  

  
  

  I dropped down in the witchwood
  To see what I could find
  The trees had taken time out
  To blow away my mind
  All that I could hear there
  Was the sound of my own voice
  But the music it was making
  Was nothing of my choice.
  
  The interwoven branches
  Were laden deep with snow
  A rainbow shone so softly
  To show which way to go
  I observed its many colours
  Till my eyes were rimmed with frost
  I tried hard to trace my footsteps
  For I feared I might get lost.
  
  The witchwood started singing
  With a strange unearthly sound
  My fingers grew like branches
  I stood rooted to the ground
  And the spell is still unbroken
  I am still her bidden slave
  Till a casket from the witchwood
  Bears my body to the grave.
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  - Strawbs – “Witchwood” - Dave Cousins (Old School Songs) 

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