the wood collier's grave

down in the greenwood there was a lass

stole my heart along the path

then came the woodman with his axe

cut the trees down to the grass. no more greenwood

no more lass

she broke my heart and took the past. broke my heart and took the past. when it's my time to leave this place

plant many a tree deep around my grave

the birds will fly through to the highest boughs

and spread the seeds of these mighty towers. will the greenwood bring her back?

she took my heart and broke my past. took my heart and broke the past. took my heart and broke my past.