Go over the garden wall, my child
Take your oil lantern and a warm blanket and nothing more.
Cross the river and into the forest.
Leaves of gold and crimson fall around you,
your steps a-lit by only the milk light of moon
Autumn falls around you, the wind catch at your coat
Go past the woodsman’s home, through the potter’s field
Careful now my child, do not tarry too long
Go far, my child, far into the in between.
Here you will find what you seek
I cannot tell you, but you will know
Take your blanket and wrap it tight,
Hold it close to your Heart
Now hurry home, try not to look back
Clutch to your burden,
Past the potter’s field you will run
Back past the woodsman’s home
Cut through the trees, careful not to let them catch your cloak
And at last you will return to me
Wet and filthy from your adventure
From the in between.