Whitehaven (Live) - Oysterband Brett Sparks-歌词

Whitehaven (Live) - Oysterband Brett Sparks

What a hideous forest surrounded Whitehaven

N Twisted black mountains

Wolves howled in madness

Never I ventured beyond the storm towers

As dust spread her black wings at the edge of a dark

Wild wood

But one windy evening

Gathering timbers

Under white elm trees

In shadows I saw her

The darkest of beauties

With a basket of cherries

The wind and her black skirt

Like the hands of a wild dark wood

She turned in her terror and madness possesed her

In shadow she wooed me

We screamed in the rambles

Hunters came running with torches and axes

Tree top to tree top

Let him storm through the dark wild wood

Back down they dragged us

Past the storm towers

The church bells were ringing

The skies screamed in flashes

We stood in the churchyard

Laughing like jackels as the strom towers tumbled

And bowed to the dark wild wood