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  1. Songs From an Evil Wood II

From the recording Dunsany Dreaming

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Somewhere lost in the haze
The sun goes down in the cold
And birds in this evil wood
Chirrup home as of old

Chirrup, stir and are still
On the high twigs frozen and thin
There is no more noise of them now
And the long night sets in

Of all the wonderful things
That I have seen in the wood
I marvel most at the birds
Their chirp and their quietude

For a giant smites with his club
All day the tops of the hill
Sometimes he rests at night
Oftener he beats them still
And a dwarf with a grim black mane
Raps with repeated rage
All night in the valley below

On the wooden walls of his cage

Vid Groddammen smyger om natten ett bloss
Som sorgeligt flammar och skiner

Där har ingen växt varken rot eller hägn
Och aldrig så faller där dagg eller regn
Blott vinden klagande viner

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