The Woods

We go down to the woods Through narrowest lanes See the apples cling on to their trees We alight and we walk For a merry long while And Alice is telling us her dream We go down to the woods To take in the sounds Hold a mic to the mouth of a stream And I'm saving the file Hold it here in my pocket I'll keep it, I like it, it's green We come out of the woods And head for the car Here to carry us home on its wing If it's a bird in the tree Or an Alfa Romeo There's someone who made everything If it's a man in the clouds Or a young Chinese girl There's someone who made everything We go down to the woods Through narrowest lanes See the apples cling on to their trees We alight and we walk For a merry long while I know it I'll be here again