Yellow Wood - Esben and the Witch

Show me back to the path

Where the ground has split in half

Like the claws of a cloven hoof

Where the shelves have shifted fast

Raising highways for the lost

Explorers, searching for truth

Fault lines disappear

Now the hanging wall is here

Imposing it’s varved clay beak

A wishbone pulled apart

By a child in the dark

Who’s hoping for the larger tusk

Take my hand, lead me south

To the maw, that gaping mouth

From where the dumb mud drips

These dreams may be too late

But return me to the wake

And into the stream, I’ll slip

But greed for greener grass

Lures me cruelly to the past

Like a siren calling from the rock

Left stranded in a vale

It’s lonely in the shade

That wicked memory makes