The way through the woods (long version)歌词

作词 : Rudyard Kipling
作曲 : Chris Lowe/Rudyard Kipling/Neil Tennant
They shut the road through the woods
Seventy years ago.
Weather and rain have undone it again,
And now you would never know
There was once a road through the woods
Before they planted the trees.
It is underneath the coppice and heath,
And the thin anemones.
Only the keeper sees
That, where the ring-dove broods,
And the badgers roll at ease,
There was once a road through the woods.

Yet, if you enter the woods
Of a summer evening late, 

When the night-air cools
on the trout-ringed pools
Where the otter whistles his mate, 

(They fear not men in the woods, 

Because they see so few.) 

You will hear the beat of a horse's feet, 

And the swish of a skirt in the dew, 

Steadily cantering through
The misty solitudes, 

As though they perfectly knew
The old lost road through the woods.

But there is no road through the woods