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"
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"
