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The Singing Wood
I might have won to the rainbow's end,
But never for all o' me
Shall my feet stray into the Singing Wood
For any fair things that flee . . .
Here on earth are the day and night,
Human women and men—
And oh, 'tis good to be out o' the wood,
Into the world again!
But never for all o' me
Shall my feet stray into the Singing Wood
For any fair things that flee . . .
Here on earth are the day and night,
Human women and men—
And oh, 'tis good to be out o' the wood,
Into the world again!
