Oysterband
Текст песни Whitehaven

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 evenin', 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

Instrumental

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

Instrumental till end