I

dropped

down

in

the

witch

_-

wood

to

see

what

I

could

find,

The

trees

had

tak-

en

ti-

me

out

to

blow

a-

way

my

mind.

All

that

I

could

hear

there

was

the

sound

of

my

own

voice,

But

the

mus-

ic

it

was

mak

_-

ing

was

no-

thing

of

my

choice.

The

in-

ter-

wo-

ven

branch

_-

es

were

la-

den

deep

with

snow,

A

rain-

bow

shone

so

soft

_-

ly

to

show

which

to

go.

I

ob-

served

its

man-

y

col-

ours

till

my

eyes

were

rimmed

with

frost,

I

tried

hard

to

trace

my

foot

_-

steps

for

I

feared

I

might

get

lost.

The

witch-

wood

start-

ed

sing

_-

ing

with

a

strange

un-

earth-

ly

sound,

My

fing-

ers

grew

like

branch

_-

es

I

stood

root-

ed

to

the

ground.

And

the

spell

is

still

un-

brok

_-

en

I

am

still

her

bidd-

en

slave,

Till

a

cas-

ket

from

the

witch

_-

wood

bears

my

bod-

y

to

the

grave.