The Magic Wood
The wood is full of shining eyes,The wood is full of creeping feet,The wood is full of tiny cries:You must not go to the wood at night!I met a man with eyes of glassAnd a finger as curled as the wriggling wormAnd hair all red with rotting leavesAnd a stick that hissed like a summer snake
The wood is full of shining eyes,The wood is full of creeping feet,The wood is full of tiny cries:You must not go to the wood at night!
He sang me a song in backwards words,And drew me a dragon in the air.I saw his teeth through the back of his head,And a rat's eyes winking from his hair.
The wood is full of shining eyes,The wood is full of creeping feet,The wood is full of tiny cries:You must not go to the wood at night!He made me a penny out of a stoneAnd showed me the way to catch a larkWith a straw in a knot and a whispered wordPenny worth of ginger wrapped up in a leave
The wood is full of shining eyes,The wood is full of creeping feet,The wood is full of tiny cries:You must not go to the wood at night!
He asked me my name and where I livedI told him a name from my book of talesHe asked me to come with him into the woodAnd dance with the kings from under the hillsThe wood is full of shining eyes,The wood is full of creeping feet,The wood is full of tiny cries:You must not go to the wood at night!
But I saw that his eyes were turning to fireAnd I watched the nails grow in his wriggling handAnd I sent my prayers all out in a rushAnd found myself safe on my father's land
The wood is full of shining eyes,The wood is full of creeping feet,The wood is full of tiny cries:You must not go to the wood at night!