| Song | Witchwood |
| Artist | The Strawbs |
| Album | From the Witchwood |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Cousins | |
| I dropped down in the witchwood | |
| To see what I could find | |
| The trees had taken time out | |
| To blow away my mind | |
| All that I could hear there | |
| Was the sound of my own voice | |
| But the music it was making | |
| Was nothing of my choice. | |
| The interwoven branches | |
| Were laden deep with snow | |
| A rainbow shone so softly | |
| To show which way to go | |
| I observed its many colours | |
| Till my eyes were rimmed with frost | |
| I tried hard to trace my footsteps | |
| For I feared I might get lost. | |
| The witchwood started singing | |
| With a strange unearthly sound | |
| My fingers grew like branches | |
| I stood rooted to the ground | |
| And the spell is still unbroken | |
| I am still her bidden slave | |
| Till a casket from the witchwood | |
| Bears my body to the grave |
| zuo ci : Cousins | |
| I dropped down in the witchwood | |
| To see what I could find | |
| The trees had taken time out | |
| To blow away my mind | |
| All that I could hear there | |
| Was the sound of my own voice | |
| But the music it was making | |
| Was nothing of my choice. | |
| The interwoven branches | |
| Were laden deep with snow | |
| A rainbow shone so softly | |
| To show which way to go | |
| I observed its many colours | |
| Till my eyes were rimmed with frost | |
| I tried hard to trace my footsteps | |
| For I feared I might get lost. | |
| The witchwood started singing | |
| With a strange unearthly sound | |
| My fingers grew like branches | |
| I stood rooted to the ground | |
| And the spell is still unbroken | |
| I am still her bidden slave | |
| Till a casket from the witchwood | |
| Bears my body to the grave |
| zuò cí : Cousins | |
| I dropped down in the witchwood | |
| To see what I could find | |
| The trees had taken time out | |
| To blow away my mind | |
| All that I could hear there | |
| Was the sound of my own voice | |
| But the music it was making | |
| Was nothing of my choice. | |
| The interwoven branches | |
| Were laden deep with snow | |
| A rainbow shone so softly | |
| To show which way to go | |
| I observed its many colours | |
| Till my eyes were rimmed with frost | |
| I tried hard to trace my footsteps | |
| For I feared I might get lost. | |
| The witchwood started singing | |
| With a strange unearthly sound | |
| My fingers grew like branches | |
| I stood rooted to the ground | |
| And the spell is still unbroken | |
| I am still her bidden slave | |
| Till a casket from the witchwood | |
| Bears my body to the grave |