Wildwood

come to the church of the wildwood

come lay your reason down

come to the church of the wildwood

come where the lost are found

 

there’s a light in the forest, it calls to you

a darkness brighter than day

hold me to the earth

let your leaves push the sky away

 

from spring's fresh wood I’ll carve you old

so you weather young in the rain

your strength will feed us

from the crows down to the clay

come to the church of the wildwood

come lay your worries down

come to the church of the wildwood

come where the lost are found

 

summer cracks you riverbed dry

lightning burns in the west

roots push up the weeds with a sigh

and by fall there’s nothing left

 

your cheeks blush autumn in the burning leaves

the sap begins to cool

in death you were not deceived

but in life you may be fooled

come to the church of the wildwood

come lay your hammers down

come to the church of the wildwood

come where the lost are found

 

now your dreams freeze winter in the frostlight

all snowflakes melt the same

we snap your limbs in the cold nights

to tap ice wine from your veins

come to the church of the wildwood

come lay your reason down

come to the church of the wildwood

come where the lost are found