The Woods of Yore

Row row row row row row row row row
Come along into the woods of yore
Oooh, but stay alone to protect your song

You will get it, you will cut it
You'll feel like it's all your own
But hear this:
Do not forget where you're from

For soon you will hear all the voices that want to take you home
Not only the eyes of the loving lay on your form
Here comes the almighty
Hide and run

I come from down below you
And high above your head
But do not be afraid
You've been nothing but good
My oh my, I know
Oh I can tell

And thanks to your kindness you have come here
Into my Woods of Yore
Where the birds will set the tone

Row row row row row row row row row
The King is in control
And hear this:
Do not forget where you're from

Please forget about this place, just go back home
Forget about the trees and the foam
You've found out about this from a song
So turn it off
Just turn it off
Just turn it off
Turn it off