god has three faces wood has no name

		a little wood
		a little wood
		it's in the middle of the burning
		it's in the middle of the burning
		doesn't have name
		doesn't have name
		god has three faces
		but the wood has no name
	
		little child he
		he's in the firing
		he's a little lost
		and he's in the burning
		and he's in the middle of the world-go-round
		he has no face
		and he has no faith
		and he's in the middle
		of cruel cruel burning
		
		sky looks round
		sun shines down
		moon is childlike
		moon is working
		in the middle of big black sky
		in top and bottom of big blue space
		and peace
		and wood's no name
		child no blood there
		
		where the green river flows
		oh that's where my heart does grow
		where the red rose bleeds
		o that's where my love does need me
		where the silence starts to thicken
		oh that's where my heart quickens
		where the laurel tree is
		with laurel crowned
		
		child has no name
		chlid has no name
		he's in the middle of the deep deep wood
		a little wood
		a little wood
		and the wood's got no name
		and he's in the middle of the burning
		it' sin the middle of the turning
		wood's got no name
		it doesn't have name
		god has three faces
		and the wood has no name
		
		little child he
		he's in the middle of the firing
		he's a little lost
		he's in the middle of the burning
		he's in the middle of the world-go-round
		he has no faith
		he has no face
		and he's in the middle
		of cruel cruel burning