The tangled wood It wasn't good It wasn't good The shadowy priest was there And the serfs in their coloured hoods A tawny owl with a haunting stare The ghost of the wood The declaration of intent The declaration of the money spent This summers night was warm and bright Warm and bright But then the prisoner there So alone, so cold, so white And as the flags unfolded The jury came in sight The people all cheered as the judge began The hangman was waiting and the priest was at hand And then the clouds came down and covered the moon Saw the child proceeding in a twighlight state of gloom They marched him to his fate All his protests were too late Then the priest said "Should we wait?" The tangled wood It wasn't good It wasn't good The shadowy priest looked up With the serfs in their coloured hoods To the tawny owl with the haunting stare The ghost of the wood