| From the woods, from the woods | 
| They are coming from the woods | 
| Riding horses cloaked in gray | 
| Make their way to my door | 
| Lay their boots upon my floor | 
| Wash their hands and start to pray | 
| But I am gone, I am not there | 
| I have followed mountain bears | 
| To a cave of deepest home | 
| There I wait by the mouth | 
| As the smoke it flushes out | 
| Then I’ll slowly drag one home | 
| All these things are ever lost | 
| Stillness has brought my love to cost | 
| From the woods, from the woods | 
| Once a vision from the woods | 
| At a point between two tracks | 
| Bound by tape and by wire | 
| Bruised and beaten in the fire | 
| So the metals faded black | 
| Newer ropes, stronger nets | 
| Have us plumbing further depths | 
| For the wolves we’ll never be | 
| Should we go? | 
| Would we die? | 
| If the weight it was to slide | 
| Drag our secrets to the sea | 
| All these things are ever lost | 
| Stillness has brought my love to cost | 
| I taste the sulfur on my breath | 
| And I see the blood pool on the step | 
| The moon so thick, the wounds so fresh | 
| And all is well | 
| From the woods, from the woods | 
| They are coming from the woods | 
| From the woods, from the woods | 
| They are coming from the woods | 
| From the woods, from the woods | 
| They are coming from the woods | 
| From the woods, from the woods | 
| They are coming from the woods | 
| From the woods, from the woods | 
| They are coming from the woods | 
| From the woods, from the woods | 
| They are coming from the woods |