Lonely girl all alone
miles away from comforting home
long branches tall trees
grey skies a light breeze

Spooky woods dark and cold
ancient woodland tired and old
grey skies, it begins to rain
walk under the canopy on that lane

Walk up the hill then make a right
the view from here is quite a sight
lonely girl climbs up a tree
in her white silk dress made by me

Down the tree the girl goes
the tree rustles as the wind blows
jumps down from a metre high
the wisdom in her wise eye

An anonymous trail – go straight
then take a left at the wooden gate
The girl breathes out a heavy sigh
she wishes that she could fly

Then in all its glory a sacred swing
the girl gets on and begins to sing
Lonely girl alone am I
this swing makes me feel so high

The grey skies went far away
the blue came and shouted hooray
then the sun came like a golden pearl
and who was happy? The lonely girl