In the woods there is a bird
His song stops you and makes you blush

There is a clock that never strikes
There is a swamp with a nest of white beasts

There is a cathedral that goes down
And a lake that comes up
There is a little carriage
Abandoned in the copse
Or that goes running down
The road beribboned

There is a troupe of
Strolling players in costume
Glimpsed on the road through the
Border of the woods
And then, when you are hungry and thirsty
There's someone who chases you away

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): PETER SCHICKELE