Joan Baez - Childhood III lyrics

In the woods there is a bird
His  song stops you and makes you blush

There  is a clock that never strikes
There is a swamp with a nest of white beasts

There is a cathedral that goes down
And a lake that comes up
There  is a little carriage
Abandoned in the copse
Or  that goes running down
The road beribboned

There is a troupe of
Strolling players in costume
Glimpsed  on the road through the
Border of the woods
And then, when you are hungry and thirsty
There's someone who chases you away