Ballad of the Strange Woods

Lyrics

BRETT: These trees were planted long ago When humankind was young And in the intervening years Poets, saints, and balladeers Have writ of all the sundry fears That lie within the woods The strange, strange woods And when the winter brings to bear That cold and creeping night We huddle 'round the solstice feast Awaiting daylight from the east To ward off any howling beast That wanders from the woods The strange, strange woods By now you've likely recognized The reason in this rhymе It isn't rivers, rocks, or trees That make the woods as strangе as these It's life's unwelcome guarantees That constitute these woods The things that make us hurt and grow-- Sudden grief, incessant woe-- They come to all and all will know The darkness of those woods The strange, strange woods