the green one sleeps underneath the falls. deep in the roar of water he slowly dreams the world. and those who venture close to that shadow 'neath the sea
they fall asleep forever in the eddy of the reeds. don't listen
don't listen to the call. turn away
away
from the whisper in the falls. on the first summer nights the windows open wide. the world expands in darkness
black waters rushing by. there are hunters in the hedges
there are whispers in the green. the soaking mud is hungry
closer now it seeps. don't listen
don't listen to the call. turn away
away
from the hissing in the walls. be careful summer nights
keep the windows closed. outside the yard is crawling
the heavy branches bow. in heat the world remembers when all rushed with the sea. in heat the old waves rise again to claim what has crawled free. don't listen