Little wood, little wood
It′s in the middle of the burning
It's in the middle of the burning
Doesn′t have name
Doesn't have name
Doesn't have name
God′s got three faces
No name
God
No name
Little child he
Little child he
He′s in the firing
He's a little lost
He′s in the burning
He's in the middle of the world go round
He has no face
He has no faith
And he′s in the middle of cruel burning
Sky looks round
Sun shines down
Moon is child
Moon is working
In the middle of big black sky
In top and bottom of big blue space
The wood's no name
Child no blood there
Where the green river flows
Oh that′s where my heart does grow
Where the red rose
Where the red rose bleeds
Oh that's where my love does need
Where the silence starts to thicken
Oh that's where my heart becomes
Where the laurel tree is with laurel crown
Child has no name
And child′s in the middle of the deep deep wood
And the wood′s got no name
It's in the middle of the turning
Doesn′t have name
God's got three faces
And the wood′s got no name
Little child he
He's in the firing
He′s a little lost
And he's in the middle of the burning
Of the world
Go round
He has no face
He has no faith
He's in the middle of cruel, cruel burning
He′s in the middle of cruel burning
Writer(s): David Michael Tibet Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
