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  • Dreaming
  • Ferris Wheel
  • Here Inside
  • I Like The Way Turtles Go
  • Just Wanna Be
  • Lessons
  • Life is Hard
  • Love’s Shining Peace
  • Magician
  • My Angel Has A Crooked Wing
  • Nothing To Worry About
  • One Heart, Many Wings
  • Pippy The Schnoo
  • Sad Sort Of Sigh
  • Slow Moving Train
  • The Man In The Woods
  • The Sky Is Falling
  • Things Like This
  • Where Did You Go
  • Where In The World
  • Where The Starfish Live

The Man In The Woods

Copyright © 1992 Cyndi Craven (Starcraven Music BMI)

Key: B (G/4)

The man in the woods said he don’t know nothin’
He don’t know nothin’ at all
But you’d better believe, he sure knows somethin’
He just ain’t tellin’ it all
Well, he knows how to see beyond what your eyes believe

The man in the woods can’t read a book
But he knows the language of the rocks and trees
He sees the messages in their carving
The way they feel and how they lean
And he knows how to see beyond what your mind believes

CHORUS
He sees a map on a rock with an eye in the middle
It looks like an eagle flying low
A map on a rock with an eye in the middle
Watching us all the way home

The man in the woods tells a pretty good story
He’ll make you wonder then he’ll make you laugh
The power comes to him, the wire starts dancin’
But he takes no credit for that
No, he looks to the sky, and gets that ol’ bug in his eye

‘Cause there’s a map on a rock with an eye in the middle
It looks like an spaceship flying low
A map on a rock with an eye in the middle
Watching us all the way home

The man in the woods has an open door
A warm fire on a cold day
He’ll change your mind if you come by
He’ll touch your heart ‘fore you go away
And he’ll show you how to see beyond what your eyes believe

You’ll see a map on a rock with an eye in the middle
It looks like an spaceship flying low
A map on a rock with an eye in the middle
Watching us all the way home
There’s a map on a rock with an eye in the middle
It looks like an angel flying low
A map on a rock with an eye in the middle
Watching us all the way home

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