The Way Through the Woods
[words Rudyard Kipling, music Peter Bellamy]
The Way Through the Woods is a poem from Rudyard Kipling's book Rewards and Fairies. Peter Bellamy sang it on his second album of songs set to Kipling's poems, Merlin's Isle of Gramarye. He commented in the album's sleeve notes:
The Way Through the Woods is a short descriptive song about a haunted wood, and is the companion piece to The Brookland Road. Both come from the (apparently) supernatural story Marklake Witches. I thought the tune was original, but it has been pointed out that it is suspiciously similar to the Lancashire song Poverty Knock!
As the original album wasn't available anymore, Peter Bellamy re-recorded this and other songs with the help of Nigel Schofield, probably in the mid-1980s. The new version was finally included on the Fellside compilation Mr Bellamy, Mr Kipling & the Tradition. Another recording from a 1986 session for Pennine Radio, Bradford, was included on Peter Bellamy's Free Reed anthology Wake the Vaulted Echoes.
This is a video of Elle Osborne singing Peter Bellamy's setting of The Way Through the Woods at the Proud Ballroom, Brighton, on February 22, 2011. Ella also sang this song on Folk Police's Peter Bellamy tribute album Oak, Ash & Thorn which was released in January 2011.
Jon Boden sang The Way Through the Woods as the June 21, 2011 entry of his project A Folk Song a Day. He commented in the blog:
I learnt this to sing at Rudyard Kipling’s house Batemans last year—we recorded a couple of songs onto wax cylinder in Kipling’s living room. Visitors can now play the wax cylinders back as part of the exhibition, which is nice. It’s a lovely song this, despite the odd dodgy line (“badgers roll at ease” is pushing it a bit I think).
David Gibb and Elly Lucas sang The Way Through the Woods in 2013 on their CD Up Through the Woods.
They shut the road through the woods
Seventy years ago.
Weather and rain have undone it again,
And now you would never know
There was once a road through the woods
Before they planted the trees.
It is underneath the coppice and the heath,
And the thin anemones.
Only the keeper sees
That, where the ring-dove broods,
And the badgers roll at ease,
That there was once a road through the woods.
Yet, if you enter the woods
Of a summer evening late,
When the night-air cools on the trout-ringed pools
Where the otter whistles his mate
(They fear not the men in the woods
Because they see so few),
You will hear the beat of a horse's feet
And the swish of a skirt in the dew,
Steadily cantering through
The misty solitudes,
As though they perfectly knew
The old lost road through the woods…
But there is no road through the woods!