There's
dragons in the wood / lurkin'
'mongst the trees
There's lawyers
in the lane / thieves
deceiving thieves
The king is in
his counting house /
he's counting on his money
There's
stormclouds rumblin' overhead
/ it's nearly time for me to leave
There's
a man who knows everything /
high up on the hill
The sun was
shining on that night /
He knows all you thought you hid
When the
talking bird begins to sing
/ and tell a tale on you
You can run but
you can't hide / your
dirty hands and what you did
Do you
remember last Octember?
You ate my
bread and I drank your wine
But then in the
morning you sent me
no warning
That strangers
were waiting and I had
no time
There's
dragons in the wood / lost among
the leaves
There's robbers
on the road tonight
/ thieves afraid of thieves
The king is
riding his high horse /
he's headin' for a fall
A chilly wind
is rising now / and I
believe it's time to leave
A chilly wind
is rising now / and I
believe it's time to go
-- by Josh Wachtel and
Alexei Panshin
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