I live out in the woods People I got wolves' blood in my veins I live way out in the woods People you know I've got wolves' blood in my veins Well you
I'm goin' down to the house in the woods See my little darlin' And I'm goin' down, out in the fields Is summertime comin'? And oh my love, what can not
Now you all know the bards and their songs When hours have gone by, I'll close my eyes In a world far away we may meet again But now hear my song about
The woods eats the woman and dumps her honey-body in the mud Her dress floats down the well and it assumes the shape of the body of a little girl Yeah
In a cabin in the woods A monster by the window stood Saw a rabbit hopping by Knockin' at the door "Help me, help me, sir," he said, "I ate the farmer
i plan to outlive my enemies, so i'll stick around till that's done. Why don't you come and take a walk with me, I'll tell you something. You would have
Am I in a scene from Midsummer Nights Dream? I thought raves like these died in the 90's The forest is breathing along with us tonight Upper class thugs
1. Die Vöglein in dem Walde die Vöglein in dem Walde die drehn sich nach dem Wind nach dem Wind wo schön wo schön wo schön
1. Im Walde da wachsen die Beer'n halli halli hallo drum hab ich den Wald auch so gern halli halli hallo Tra-tra-la-la-la tra-tra-la-la-la tra-tra
Lichterperlen blitzen murmelnd Zwischen Moos und Stein Funkelndes Schattenwasser Im leisen Blaetterrauschen Lichtdurchwirkte Baumkronen Wiegend im Wind
Well, I'm goin' down, goin down a hard road Just don't know, don't know where I've been But I think I've been a-walkin', I'm a-walkin' 'round in circles
I'm goin' down to the house in the woods To see my little darlin' I'm goin' down, out in the fields It's summertime comin' And oh my love, what can I
You and me out in the dark lookin' for shadows Saturday night, a little too young to take good care A little too wild, a little too old to get lost
Ash, Linda, Scott, Shelly, Cheryl: We're all jammed in the car And we're going really far Driving deep into the trees With hot dogs, chips and cheese
See the candle of life burns out before your eyes like a mirrors reflection death is wwhat you see cold blood flows through your veins death is a fact
There's a house in the forest With snow all around it and a light In a window where no light should be 'cause baby's crying His voice it is drifting down
Just like every July, Scott with his buddies and his girlfriend camped out in the forest. They left Willengton for a couple of days and plunged into the