Cut some back, man
I've never seen this before
It could make us stronger or weaker
Who knows, but we should try it for sure
It's got the look of a magical, mystical kind
We should take some now, it could help
And only fools would try and leave it behind
In many tales, tales of the historical type
It is said that a vice of the elves
Was a plant they chose to smoke in a pipe
Here and now, sit close
And try to battle the cold
And as darkness falls and we search for a way
To survive and behold
Build a fire, and light this up
Inhale the fumes, lie back, relax
And the nightmare's forgot
Oh as legend has it, no light no smoke
And in darkness we would rot
Destined to choke
The rising sun awakes in a dreamlike haze
Power sapped, though alive
Without struggle, if not in a daze
Pulled to our feet to continue the quest
Black perils of night appear
To be banished by nature's best
Respect the mysterious leaf
It can bring pleasure but also bring grief