Whitehaven (Live) - Oysterband Brett Sparks
What a hideous forest surrounded Whitehaven
N Twisted black mountains
Wolves howled in madness
Never I ventured beyond the storm towers
As dust spread her black wings at the edge of a dark
Wild wood
But one windy evening
Gathering timbers
Under white elm trees
In shadows I saw her
The darkest of beauties
With a basket of cherries
The wind and her black skirt
Like the hands of a wild dark wood
She turned in her terror and madness possesed her
In shadow she wooed me
We screamed in the rambles
Hunters came running with torches and axes
Tree top to tree top
Let him storm through the dark wild wood
Back down they dragged us
Past the storm towers
The church bells were ringing
The skies screamed in flashes
We stood in the churchyard
Laughing like jackels as the strom towers tumbled
And bowed to the dark wild wood