Let me bring you songs from the wood
To make you feel much better
than you could know
Dust you down from tip to toe
Show you how the garden grows
Hold you steady as you go.
Join the chorus if you can:
It'll make of you an honest man.
Let me bring you love from the field:
Poppies red and roses filled with summer rain
To heal the wound and still the pain
That threatens again and again
As you drag down every lover's lane.
Life's long celebration's here.
I'll toast you all in penny cheer.
Let me bring you all things refined:
Galliards and lute songs served in chilling ale.
Greetings well met fellow, hail!
I am the wind to fill your sail
I am the cross to take your nail
A singer of these ageless times
With kitchen prose and gutter rhymes.
Songs from the wood make you feel much better.
Songs from the wood make you feel much better.
Songs from the wood.
Songs from the wood.
