Joan Baez — Childhood III

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