Gathering in a séance of druids
Oaks are whispering ‘life is tragic’
Cuckoo hypnotized in chanting
Mushrooms don’t believe in magic

What a treat
To be lost in the woods
Could it be now and for good?
Has the moon
Been replaced by the sun?
Has the day turned upside down?

Vulpes vulpes sneaky silent
Walking on a rug of dry leaves
Mother nature is so violent
No one knows beneath the trees

What a treat
To be lost in the woods
Could it be now and for good?
Has the moon
Been replaced by the sun?
Has the day turned upside down?