Lady In The Woods
Here’s a song about a lady, though I’ve never seen her face.
I hear her in the morning, but I cannot find her place.
Her voice a sweetly whisper, and her crying’s hard to hear.
I take me up my courage and attempt to creep on near.
But ne’er find I the lady, so I think she must be dead.
Or maybe it’s because the lady’s only in my head.










