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