Once there was a woman, a young, young woman She ran from the city, the old, old city She ran to the woods, the deep dark woods
She wasn’t seen for days. Days, weeks and months. She came out of the woods, the deep dark woods She came with a child, a child who was wild.
She brought the child to the city, the old, old city He grew and he grew and he grew and he grew Out of his hands grew shoots: green shoots and leaves Out of his shoulders grew the lily and the rose His hair was the blossom that blows in the wind, He stood in the city, the old, old city with the leaves and the flowers and the blossom falling, falling, falling on grey, grey gravel.