the green one sleeps underneath the falls deep in the roar of water he slowly dreams the world and those who venture close to that shadow neath the sea they fall asleep forever in the eddy of the reeds don t listen don t listen to the call turn away away from the whisper in the falls on the first summer nights the windows open wide the world expands in darkness black waters rushing by there are hunters in the hedges there are whispers in the green the soaking mud is hungry closer now it seeps don t listen don t listen to the call turn away away from the hissing in the walls be careful summer nights keep the windows closed outside the yard is crawling the heavy branches bow in heat the world remembers when all rushed with the sea in heat the old waves rise again to claim what has crawled free don t listen don t listen to the call turn away away from the one beneath the falls