Wood Songtext
von Tunng

The boys pitched their old canvas in sun
And a scatter of lights swam around them
And they held up their chemi-putin
Like a small god come to surround them

The night grew a great white tree of stars
And the teacher heard words in the darkness
Found the boys laid out in sun
With a wild horse loose from his harness
Closing his geography book
And the paper he′d finished marking
Picking up his coins and his bits
Because he still couldn't stop his talking


The boys pitched their old canvas in sun
And a scatter of lights swam around them
And they held up their chemi-putin
Like a small god come to surround them

He followed the needle
Up through Swinkum Wood
He followed the pathway
Any way he could

He followed the needle
Up through Swinkum Wood
Followed the pathway
Any way he could


The night grew a great white tree of stars
And the teacher heard words in the darkness
Found the boys laid out in sun
With a wild horse loose from his harness
Closing his geography book
And the paper he′d finished marking
Picking up his coins and his bits
Because he still couldn't stop his talking