| The wood is full of shining eyes
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| The wood is full of creeping feet
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| The wood is full of tiny cries
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| You must not go to the wood at night!
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| I met a man with eyes of glass
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| And a finger as curled as the wriggling worm
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| And hair all red with rotting leaves
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| And a stick that hissed like a summer snake
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| The wood is full of shining eyes
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| The wood is full of creeping feet
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| The wood is full of tiny cries
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| You must not go to the wood at night!
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| He sang me a song in backwards words
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| And drew me a dragon in the air
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| I saw his teeth through the back of his head
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| And a rat’s eyes winking from his hair
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| The wood is full of shining eyes
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| The wood is full of creeping feet
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| The wood is full of tiny cries
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| You must not go to the wood at night!
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| He made me a penny out of a stone
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| And showed me the way to catch a lark
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| With a straw in a knot and a whispered word
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| Penny worth of ginger wrapped up in a leaf
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| The wood is full of shining eyes
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| The wood is full of creeping feet
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| The wood is full of tiny cries
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| You must not go to the wood at night!
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| He asked me my name and where I lived
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| I told him a name from my book of tales
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| He asked me to come with him into the wood
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| And dance with the kings from under the hills
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| The wood is full of shining eyes
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| The wood is full of creeping feet
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| The wood is full of tiny cries
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| You must not go to the wood at night!
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| But I saw that his eyes were turning to fire
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| And I watched the nails grow in his wriggling hand
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| And I said my prayers all out in a rush
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| And found myself safe on my father’s land
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| The wood is full of shining eyes
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| The wood is full of creeping feet
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| The wood is full of tiny cries
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| You must not go to the wood at night! |