There is a song

There is a song
By Oak, Ash and Rowan tree
Of ancient days
When men were one with trees
When Wiccan folk were wise with ancient lore
And Herne the Hunter spoke with men
This is no more.

In those days
The rocks had secrets they would tell
The Moon
She spoke to Man
And over oceans cast her spells

But now those days
Are oh so long ago
But in Trees
Live memories
And they don't go

There is a song by Oak, Ash and Rowan tree
Of ancient days
When men were one with trees
When Wiccan folk were wise with ancient lore
And Herne the Hunter spoke with Men
This is no more.