Battle Of Trees
Our language of love
The Battle of
TreesWe fought side by side
No one had more
Sharper consonants than you, love
And my vowels, well, were trusted
First comes the
BirchRowan followed by the
AshThen through the
Alder she forms
And merges with
WillowThe
Hawthorne blossoms
As the Oak guards the door
She is the hinge on which the year swings
He courts the lightning flash and her
Summoning the spirits
Through incantations
You said the
Thunder God seems to have
And our enemies are the
ReedBut we knew the
Furies held the
Holly sacred
We were insulated
In a circle of words we'd drawn
With wisdom sent from nine
HazelsA Rowan fire and a
Willow rod
At ten comes the vine
That generates bramble wine
The constant change of the night sun
A song in the blood of the white bull
Our language of love
The Battle of
TreesWe fought side by side
No one had more
Sharper consonants than you, love
And my vowels, well, were trusted
From Ivy leaves is an ale that can unveil
The hidden meanings and serpents
Only revealed through visions
Yes vowels could insert"A" was for the
Silver Fir
The Firs of course
Then came next
With Heather at her most
Passionate
The White
Poplar's gift to the souls of the dead
A promise that it was not the end
But for the vine the "U", it's coffer
Vowels and consonants
The power of trees
The power they hold
The power of prose
So when the church
Began to twist the old myths
They built their own
Tower of Babel
From Ulster to
MunsterThe
Reed gave way then
To the Elder
The Earth turns her will
So that night follows day
From dawn to dawn
Fom Winter to
WinterAt day the
Ash had power over the
AlderOur language of love
The Battle of
TreesWe fought side by side
Then he said to me:"I've dodged bullets and even poisoned arrowsOnly to be foiled by the blade of a vowel"
Battle Of TreesLRC歌词
Our language of love
The Battle of
TreesWe fought side by side
No one had more
Sharper consonants than you, love
And my vowels, well, were trusted
First comes the
BirchRowan followed by the
AshThen through the
Alder she forms
And merges with
WillowThe
Hawthorne blossoms
As the Oak guards the door
She is the hinge on which the year swings
He courts the lightning flash and her
Summoning the spirits
Through incantations
You said the
Thunder God seems to have
And our enemies are the
ReedBut we knew the
Furies held the
Holly sacred
We were insulated
In a circle of words we'd drawn
With wisdom sent from nine
HazelsA Rowan fire and a
Willow rod
At ten comes the vine
That generates bramble wine
The constant change of the night sun
A song in the blood of the white bull
Our language of love
The Battle of
TreesWe fought side by side
No one had more
Sharper consonants than you, love
And my vowels, well, were trusted
From Ivy leaves is an ale that can unveil
The hidden meanings and serpents
Only revealed through visions
Yes vowels could insert"A" was for the
Silver Fir
The Firs of course
Then came next
With Heather at her most
Passionate
The White
Poplar's gift to the souls of the dead
A promise that it was not the end
But for the vine the "U", it's coffer
Vowels and consonants
The power of trees
The power they hold
The power of prose
So when the church
Began to twist the old myths
They built their own
Tower of Babel
From Ulster to
MunsterThe
Reed gave way then
To the Elder
The Earth turns her will
So that night follows day
From dawn to dawn
Fom Winter to
WinterAt day the
Ash had power over the
AlderOur language of love
The Battle of
TreesWe fought side by side
Then he said to me:"I've dodged bullets and even poisoned arrowsOnly to be foiled by the blade of a vowel"
