It’s such a savage Song you sing
Oh Mother, Lady of the Woods, sprite or faery bold,
The melodies sing Life to me as all things meet as One
The land is painted shades of Earth, greens and browns and faint light hues, and I can see the growing things waking up, among the shade of the oak trees.
Through death and rebirth and the shadow’s prayer, this Land is here to roam.
It’s such a savage Song you sing, and I’m here to sing along.