A little wood 
A little wood 
It's in the middle of the burning 
It's in the middle of the burning 
Doesn't have name 
Doesn't have name 
God has three faces 
But the wood has no name 
Little child he 
He's in the firing 
He's a little list 
And he's in the burning 
And he's in the middle of the world-go-round 
He has no face 
And he has no faith 
And he's in the middle 
Of cruel cruel burning 
Sky looks round 
Sun shines down 
Moon is childlike 
Moon is working 
In the middle of big black sky 
In top and bottom of big blue space 
And peace 
And wood's no name 
Child no blood there 
Where the green river flows 
Oh that's where my heart does grow 
Where the red rose bleeds 
Oh that's where my love does need me 
Where the silence starts to thicken 
Oh that's where my heart quickens 
Where the laurel tree is 
With laurel crowned 
Child has no name 
Child has no name 
He's in the middle of the deep deep wood 
A little wood 
A little wood 
And the wood's got no name 
And he's in the middle of the burning 
It's in the middle of the turning 
Wood's got no name 
It doesn't have name 
God has three faces 
And the wood has no name 
Little child he 
He's in the middle of the firing 
He's a little lost 
He's in the middle of the burning 
He's in the middle of the world-go-round 
He has no faith 
He has no face 
And he's in the middle 
Of cruel cruel burning