Shapeshifter Lyrics - Richard Dawson

Leaving the path 

Lured by an emerald 

I wander into the Bog of Names 

Now I'm stuck fast 

Calves sorry henges 

Glued with the silence of newts in the gloaming 

My leather flask 

Froze to my hand 

Globelets of wine rubies on my chin 

Away away 

Through the soil 

Alder roots will draw in me 

To forge the bell of the tree 

Peal! Away to the hall of clouds! 

Out of the gloom 

A figure approaches 

Wrapped in a garment of northern light 

Heaves me free 

Gives me a potato 

Escorts me to the edge of town then turns on the heel 

Failing to hide 

A tail striped 

Following always the cusp of night 

Away away 

Through the soil 

Alder roots will draw in me 

To forge the bell of the tree 

Peal! Away 

To the hall of clouds!