Witchwood

	作词 : Cousins
	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

	zuò cí : Cousins
	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