A little wood

A little wood

It's in the middle of the burning

It's in the middle of the burning

Doesn't have name

Doesn't have name

God has three faces

But the wood has no name



Little child he

He's in the firing

He's a little lost

And he's in the burning

And he's in the middle of the world-go-round

He has no face

And he has no faith

And he's in the middle

Of cruel cruel burning



Sky looks round

Sun shines down

Moon is childlike

Moon is working

In the middle of big black sky

In top and bottom of big blue space

And peace

And wood's no name

Child no blood there



Where the green river flows

Oh that's where my heart does grow

Where the red rose bleeds

Oh that's where my love does need me

Where the silence starts to thicken

Oh that's where my heart quickens

Where the laurel tree is

With laurel crowned



Child has no name

Chlid has no name

He's in the middle of the deep deep wood

A little wood

A little wood

And the wood's got no name

And he's in the middle of the burning

It' sin the middle of the turning

Wood's got no name

It doesn't have name

God has three faces

And the wood has no name



Little child he

He's in the middle of the firing

He's a little lost

He's in the middle of the burning

He's in the middle of the world-go-round

He has no faith

He has no face

And he's in the middle

Of cruel cruel burning