Not Yet Out of The Woods
Move over Riding Hood, know your escape is good
Have what the windfall leaves, home to a nest of thieves
Sing on the stolen air, close to the hidden snare
Brushed by the fairest tail, haste or the light will fail
Things have laid where you’re stood
All this is well and good but you’re not yet out of the woods
Roll over Goldilocks, pull up your Snowhite socks
Stray from the beaten track, drawn to the woodman’s axe
Cry on the musty air, close to the sleeping bear
Long is the forest trail, haste or the light will fail
Things are slain where you’re stood
All this is well and good but you’re not yet out of the woods
Beware of the big bad wolf making it’s way through the trees
The eyes in the undergrowth catching a glimpse of the beast
For all of the wild things there it is you who is up to no good
Cause it’s not in your nature to stay on the path as you should
When you’re there in the woods
Things have laid where you’re stood
All this is well and good
Things are slain where you’re stood
All this is well and good but you’re not yet out of the woods

words and music Paul Robinson