Strawbs - Witchwood

I dropped down in the ^Cwitchwood to see what I could ^Amfind The trees had taken ^Ctime out to blow away my ^Ammind ^FAll that I could hear there, was the ^Amsound of my own voice But the music it was ^Cmaking was nothing of my ^Amchoice

The interwoven ^Cbranches were laden deep with ^Amsnow A rainbow shone so ^Csoftly, to show which way to ^Amgo I ^Fobserved its many colours till my eyes were rimmed with ^Amfrost I tried hard to trace my ^Cfootsteps, for I feared I might get ^Amlost

The witchwood started ^Csinging with a strange unearthly ^Amsound My fingers grew like ^Cbranches, I stood rooted to the ^Amground And the ^Fspell is still unbroken, I am still her bidden ^Amslave Till a casket from the ^Cwitchwood, bears my body to the ^Amgrave