Forest 가사

Deep in the forest, the omens are bad A cloud passes over the moon Devil wind, bends the trees A cloud passes 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 Tall trees grow while cold winds blow Trees grow tall Deep in the forest, the omens are bad A cloud passes over the moon White wolf waits, gray wolf howls At the girl by the river's edge The bullet head boys with their baby blue eyes Their Donner and Blitzen, their lily white gadje Religiously hatching their plots in the eyries of eagles Tall trees grow while cold winds blow Trees grow tall 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 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 The bullet head boys with their baby blue eyes Their Donner and Blitzen, their lily white gadje Religiously hatching their plots in the eyries of eagles Like the sun on the forest her song rises up From the ashes of Auschwitz, the death camp at Letty The white cliffs of Dover, the song of the Roma lives on and on 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 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 her song of her low life they sing along Trees grow tall where winds blow cold Tall trees grow Tall trees grow while cold winds blow Trees grow tall