Robert Wyatt - Forest lyrics

Deep in the forest The omens are bad A cloud pa**es over the moon Devil Wind Bends the trees A cloud pa**es over the moon And the moon takes a peep When the Gypsy girl sings And her song rises up From the dark to the light Like smoke to the sky When the Gypsy girl sings At the river's edge Deep in the forest The omens are bad A cloud pa**es over the moon White wolf waits Grey wolf howls At the girl by the river's edge The bullet head boys With their baby blue eyes Their donner und blitzen The lily white gadje Religiously hatching their plots In the eyries of eagles But the moon's keeping watch At the Gypsy girl sings Sees her song rising up Like smoke to the sky From the dark to the light When the Gypsy girl sings At the river's edge Like the sun on the forest Her song rises up, from The ashes of Auschwitz The d**h camp at Lety The white cliffs of Dover The song of the Roma Lives on and on... Trees grow tall Though the winds blow cold Tall trees grow Tall trees grow Where the cold wind blow Trees grow tall