Witchwood
Strawbs Lyrics


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I dropped down in the witchwood
To see what I could find
The trees had taken time out
To blow away my mind
All that I could hear there
Was the sound of my own voice
But the music it was making
Was nothing of my choice.

The interwoven branches
Were laden deep with snow
A rainbow shone so softly
To show which way to go
I observed its many colours
Till my eyes were rimmed with frost
I tried hard to trace my footsteps
For I feared I might get lost.

The witchwood started singing
With a strange unearthly sound
My fingers grew like branches
I stood rooted to the ground
And the spell is still unbroken
I am still her bidden slave




Till a casket from the witchwood
Bears my body to the grave.

Overall Meaning

The song "Witchwood" by Strawbs tells the story of a person who ventures into a mysterious woods known as the witchwood. The individual enters the witchwood looking for something, but instead, they become entranced by the mystical environment. The trees in the forest seem to have a life of their own, and the person can hear them speaking to them without speaking actual words. The music emanating from the witchwood is not of the individual's choice. The trees have taken over the person's senses, causing their body and mind to be overtaken by the forest's power.


The person continues their journey deeper into the witchwood, and they notice that the branches of the trees are covered in snow, and a rainbow is visible, guiding the person on their journey. The colours are so vivid that the individual's eyes become rimmed with frost. While the rainbow acts as a guide, the person cannot help but feel like they are lost, and they need to retrace their footsteps to find their way out of the witchwood.


Then, the person hears a strange unearthly sound coming from the witchwood, and they realize that it is singing. The music from before turns into the enchanting voice of the witchwood that consumes the person even more. The individual's fingers become branches, and they become rooted to the ground, unable to depart from the witchwood's grip. They become the witchwood's bidden slave until the day the witchwood bears their body to the grave.


Line by Line Meaning

I dropped down in the witchwood
I entered the mystical forest of the witchwood


To see what I could find
Curiosity fueled my desire to explore


The trees had taken time out
The trees were not in their usual state


To blow away my mind
To overwhelm me with their enchanting powers


All that I could hear there
The only thing audible to me


Was the sound of my own voice
Was my own voice echoing back to me


But the music it was making
Though the sounds were coming from me


Was nothing of my choice
I was not in control of the music that emanated from my being


The interwoven branches
The branches of the trees overlapping each other


Were laden deep with snow
Covered in a thick layer of snow


A rainbow shone so softly
A subtle yet brilliant rainbow appeared


To show which way to go
To guide my path through the forest


I observed its many colours
I examined all the different hues of the rainbow


Till my eyes were rimmed with frost
Until my eyes became foggy with the cold


I tried hard to trace my footsteps
I struggled to retrace my path


For I feared I might get lost
Since I was afraid of becoming lost in the witchwood


The witchwood started singing
The forest began to produce an eerie melody


With a strange unearthly sound
With an otherworldly tone


My fingers grew like branches
My fingers began to resemble the branches of the trees


I stood rooted to the ground
I was stuck in place, like the trees themselves


And the spell is still unbroken
The magic of the witchwood is still upon me


I am still her bidden slave
I am still bound by her powers, unable to escape


Till a casket from the witchwood
Until my body is taken from the witchwood


Bears my body to the grave
Until the day that I die, buried in the witchwood




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: D. COUSINS

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Most interesting comments from YouTube:

@markweintraub325

One day, I was at Devereux, at the pool, and the radio was on, which was also tuned to WMMR.
(93.3)
WMMR played a lot of progressive rock, and also some folk music, too.
"Those are the
Strawbs on WMMR. It's a very beautiful summer day here in center city Philadelphia.
I'm Alice Faye in this afternoon, playing all the rock that you want to hear this afternoon on The Radio Station.
Here's Leonard Cohen!!" the radio blared out.
"Guys, know who this is??
Leonard Cohen!!!
Now he's a very good folksinger!!" Mr. Laird said.
"That's Leonard Cohen on WMMR .
I'm Alice Faye.
We've got some Allman Brothers Band coming up.
Here's Ten Years After, featuring Alvin Lee!!" the radio blared out.
"Mark, guess who that is!!
One of your favorite bands!!
Ten Years After!!!
With good ol' Alvin Lee!!" Mr. Morgan said.



@briannadiaz809

Analyze this song and tell me:
What is going on ?(narrative)
Who is the narrator?
What happens at the end of the song?
How can the narrator find a solution to his/her problem


I dropped down in the witchwood
To see what I could find
The trees had taken time out
To blow away my mind
All that I could hear there
Was the sound of my own voice
But the music it was making
Was nothing of my choice.
The interwoven branches
Were laden deep with snow
A rainbow shone so softly
To show which way to go
I observed its many colours
Till my eyes were rimmed with frost
I tried hard to trace my footsteps
For I feared I might get lost.
The witchwood started singing
With a strange unearthly sound
My fingers grew like branches
I stood rooted to the ground
And the spell is still unbroken
I am still her bidden slave



All comments from YouTube:

@TheDavidtk240

These guys were like Genesis meets Pentangle wonderful and very British. They even had Sandy Denny and Rick Wakeman at one time. Thanks for many years of great music!

@candymintz

I saw The Strawbs live at Watford Town Hall, Watford, U.K. 1971 I think....lead singer threw his tambourine in to the audience, I caught it, still have it, gave it to my daughter who is now 20....great band...

@vizualnoize

AMAZE...THANK FOR SHARE STORY VER MUCH

@gabi.m.hshshs8913

So fucking cool

@SuperMarioJamesSMJ

It's a shame more people don't understand or know the greatness of this band

@davewilliams3315

So very English -- this song could not have come from any other country in the world. Lovely.

@jeff6899

Largely agreed. The period of English folk rock was mesmerizing.

@michaelcraig9449

It could come from any European nation or USA or Canada. Sure could.

@jasperchance3382

well, that's what folk music is, it comes from somewhere pretty specific

@selinakellett5493

The epitome of English folk. Every memory an Englishman/woman could have is encapsulated in this one song. Love it!

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