What is this I feel
Why are things not real
And I trudge my way to the place I stay
Cottage In the woods
Lonely as I should
Hidden from the gaze
Of travelers in the maze
- As I trudge my way
- Every single day
Nobody knows what it is to be
So lonely in the cottage in the woods
Cottage in the woods
Lonely as I should be
- - Musical Interlude
- Chanting
It was evening before I got back, the sun had very nearly slipped out of the sky by this time and I could not get a good view
- I could not get a good view
- Chanting
- I could not get a good view
- Chanting
- I could not get a good view
- Chanting
- I could not get a good view
- Chanting
- I could not get a good view
- Chanting
- I could not get a good view
- Chanting
- - Musical Interlude
- I could not get a good view
- Chanting
- I could not get a good view
- Chanting