The Wooded Hills Along the Black Sea - The Mountain Goats

One, two

One, two, three

Cause no trouble

Keep to our own kind

Known to exist

Hard to find

Neck deep in our passions

Serve who we serve

Enshrouded in moonlight

Bucking the curve

Under the radar

Just out of reach

Among the thick woods

A mile from the beach

The burden of exile

Gets easy to bear

Sometimes forget

There’s cities down there

Woodsmen with axes

They come and they go

Snitch to the prefect

'Bout what they don’t know

Smell the ocean breeze

We will never run out of trees

Under the radar

Just out of reach

Among the thick woods

A mile from the beach, yeah