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Girassol


VERSE
Wend your own way to the wilds and the woodland.
Find the faint footpath beyond turmoil’s reach.
Take to the tracks of the hedgehogs and badgers,
bend to the will of the hazel and beech…

Follow your feet to the forest’s deep heart-space.
Seek out the cottage half-buried in years.
Cross its worn threshold and breathe in the blessing.
Let its strong roof-tree ward-off ancient fears.

CHORUS
Wild woodland creatures still know where it’s hidden,
still know the way, though the tar road is gone.
The cottage, once thought of as myth, or forbidden,
is waiting for those with the heart to keep on.
Wild woodland creatures still know where it’s hidden,
still know the way, though the tar road is gone.
The cottage, once thought of as myth, or forbidden,
is waiting for those with the heart to keep on.

INTERLUDE

VERSE
Search for the bed in the heart of the cottage.
Lie in the folds where the blankets are flung.
Ask the soft bedsheets to hold and enfold you.
Rest on the pillow where lovers are young…

Call to your lover to have and to hold.
Limbs will be liquid and lithesome with youth.
Cleave to your young love, once he was older.
Magic is commonplace, longing is truth.

CHORUS
Wild woodland creatures still know where it’s hidden.
They still know the way, though the tar road is gone.
The cottage, once thought of as myth, or forbidden,
is waiting for those with the heart to keep on.
Wild woodland creatures still know where it’s hidden.
They still know the way, though the tar road is gone.
The cottage, once thought of as myth, or forbidden,
is waiting for those with the heart to keep on.
OUTRO


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