Wychwood

Telling stories that no one believes to the trees
Secrets of witches and thieves in the leaves
I light up my smoke off the fire
I lift up my eyes to the sky and the stars in the night
The wind sings a song to the leaves of the trees
Courtship of flowers and bees weakens knees
The moon pulls the waves to the shore
A love that is asking for more brings me back to your door
Who’s in that plane flying by in the sky?
Galaxies pass through the eyes of a child
I drive far away in the night
We make our escape by the light of that old satellite
Closing his eyes to the moon, he’s a dream
Future and past interweave and deceive
The world finds the shelters and listens
To promises kept in the thistles and briars beneath
Smoke from the fire fills the air