The Watcher
In a deep dark wood
Where a river runs free
There’s a hole in the ground
And a cross on the tree
There’s a message in the sand
That reads don’t come in
And there’s a watcher in the wood
Ready to push you in
So in a deep dark wood
Where a river runs free
You see a hole in the ground
And a cross on a tree
Leave the message in the sand
That reads don’t come in
And watch out for the watcher
Who’s ready to push you in