The Goblin Market - First Love lyrics

Down through the wood
Just out of sight
Through the insects and animals
In the weird summer light
Down toward the water
Through the bamboo
Where yellow eyes
Are waiting for you

It's cold in the grass
And slithering there
You're eleven years old
And gasping for air that won't come

Down by the river
Impossibly thin
He leads you under the bridge
To cleanse away your sin
He leads you under the bridge
To the secret place
Washes the sweat the stickiness
Off of your face

And he's holding you down
His hands in your hair
Your arms swinging wild
You're craving the air that won't come