We went the two of us into
The woods behind the little school
Two went in and one came home
We didn't go in there aloneYour eyes were lovely as you danced
With centipedes and little ants
We built a fort of lover's teeth
And some of mother's sheetsI was a boy and I was good
But there are witches in these woodsThey followed us into the trees
Wearing crowns of twigs and leaves
You and I were in the mud
Paint ourselves with spider's bloodYour eyes are lovely, darkened dancer
Pulling legs of salamanders
A little creature you unspun
To skin and bones and brains and blood
While witches they surrounded usI was a boy and I was good
But there are witched in these woodsThe nights are lovely, dark and deep
But I'll appear when you're asleep
You'll wake up with a sudden hurt
Mouth and nose all full of dirtWe went the two of us into
The woods behind the little school
Yeah, I'm still buried in the mud
Skin and bones and brains and blood