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