Passed the secrets in the leaves
Passed the curled and twisted root
Where the pointed creatures hoot
Passed the glade where still we find
The joy inside a happy mind
Passed the swing on the mighty oak
Beside the hidden fairy folk
Passed the stream where otters play
And where the witches used to stay
Passed the gate and the wooden style
Where the sign says centre half a mile
Passed the path with the mossy stain
You'll find your almost home again