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 ringdove 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 nightair cools
on the troutringed 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
Words Rudyard Kipling
Music Tennant Lowe
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 ringdove 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 nightair cools
on the troutringed 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
Words Rudyard Kipling
Music Tennant Lowe