Ancient Trees

The trees are ancient, the druids they knew
 Romans marched by them, and Viking winds blew
 Years they've seen and knowledge they've gained
 The trees are speaking, can you hear what they say
 Glaoch Duir is Tinne, Beith, Fearn is Muin
 Gort, Ruis, Ngetal, Huaithe is Nuin
 Coll agus Saille 's Luis na Naomh
 Ancient magic, we remember their names
 Birch for the Lady and Oak for the Lord
 Rowan for power and Hazel for lore
 A Reed for music and Grape for the wine
 Willow to guide us and Ivy to bind
 Hawthorne for love and the Ash to heal
 Holly to guard us and Alder to shield
 Spirits in Elder, most ancient of trees
 Burn it not or cursed you'll be
 Ancients called the year by their names
 Blessed be the groves where they have remained
 When magic's lost; lore left to fade
 Gone from the world; it's never regained
 Oh - remember their names
 Hear the earth whisper, water sprites sing
 Sunlight's bright sparkle, wind in bird wings
 They soak up wisdom by root and by trunk
 And tell it to us through leaf and through bud