Childhood III - Joan Baez

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