With the moon and the cats
My vines are all knotted and twisted
My grass grows straight and tall
And in the hush of the night
If you slow yourself down
You can hear pitter pat on the prowl.
The path it lies abandoned
Look around and you'll see the old gate
Covered by an old wooden board
It hasn't been used for years
The oak said it was dragon tears but the rooster he disagreed.
As I draw you deep down to my roots...
Deep deep down to my mighty roots
The vines run up the old stone walls
Wrapping themselves snugly around me
Coiled, tight they latch on to my skin
Giving me a strange sense of security
Now won't you come in and join me for awhile
It hasn't been used for years
Oh love, just pour yourself out on me
As I pull you right down to my roots
Right straight down to my mighty roots
Deep deep down to my mighty roots
The oak said it was dragon tears
But the rooster he disagreed
He decreed that when the old grape vein
Starts to bear fruit again
That the waters will turn a bright berry red
And that we will sip the holy wine
And that you will sleep nights in the garden
As I draw you deep down to my roots
Deep deep down to my mighty roots