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Artist: Robert Wyatt
Canonical path: /robert-wyatt/forest
Related lyric paths: 6
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Forest
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Forest
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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
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Who performs "Forest"?
Robert Wyatt performs "Forest", and this lyric page sits inside the Robert Wyatt catalog on LyroVerse.
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Yes. The related section below points to A Sunday In Madrid and A.W.O.L. with a short reason for opening each page next.
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