At The Edge Of The Mangroves

At the edge of the mangroves
Something's lurking in the shadows

Passers by always lose their toes
When they dip their feet in the shallows

Near the banks where the water's slow
There's a patch where buffalo will wallow

At the roots where it's dark and cold
There's a something lurking in the murky depths below

Out down some lonesome eddy
There isn't a forest for the trees
Oh this is where death lays down
He lives in these woods and shadows around me

Out past some lonesome eddy
The split in the path where no one goes
Oh this is where death lays down
And lives in the woods at the edge of the mangroves

In the wreck of a dark lagoon
In the slime and putrid rotting matter

A waste of slithering and crawling dread
It's a grave for living men and no place for the dead

Same old days
Twist turns for endless days
Pooling streams
A curse
Much worse
Then any bad dream

Out down some lonesome eddy
There isn't a forest for the trees
Oh this is where death lays down
He lives in these woods and shadows around me

Out past some lonesome eddy
The split in the path where no one goes
Oh this is where death lays down
And lives in the woods at the edge of the mangroves

At the edge of the mangroves
Something's lurking in the shadows

Near the edge where the water's slow
There's a patch where buffalo will wallow