The Strawbs
witchwood live
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.
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- Nomadness
- Strawbs
- Dragonfly
- Miscellaneous
- Choice Selection
- Grave New World
- Hero and Heroine
- Bursting at the Seams
- Just a Collection of Antiques and Curios
- From the Witchwood
- Ghosts
- The Strawbs: The Collection
- Tears & Pavan - An Introduction to the Strawbs
- 20th Century Masters - The Millennium Collection: Best of...
- Halcyon Days
- Live In America
- Lay Down With the Strawbs
- 20th Century Masters - The Millennium Collection: The...
- The Very Best of Strawbs - Halcyon Days
- Alive In America