These dark woods are mine alone.
The trails that snake between the trunks
travel in circles and meet up with themselves again.
There’s no way out of these woods of mine,
no friend nor foe to aide my quest,
no fair maiden in a castle keep,
just my lonely old heart begging to die.

These deep woods are mine alone.
The night air is cold and full of water,
its thick blanket allowing me no sleep any more.
There’s no rest in these woods of mine,
no bed nor couch to lay upon,
no young belle to kiss goodnight,
just my tired old head begging to die.

Lord help me, I fell in love,
now I own these deep dark woods.
Lord above, I fell in love,
all alone in these deep dark woods.