Lyrics:
to steal your sainted youth
Well it's your decision to stay or else to move
And I'm not a man of faith, no gospel oak for me
But you wear a crucifix
To reveal a fate much like my own...
Dragons of the North will cross the sea.
Upon oak and winds we ride.
Distant lands now in sight.
Mountain tops, forests
Don't ask how of me
Don't ask forever of me
Love me now
This love of mine had no beginning
It has no end
I was an oak, now I'm a willow
I can bend
I raised my head from the riverbed and I tasted the air
I built my home of oak and stone and I feasted on the animals and earth
I raised my kids in
And some who RECLAIMED my mind
The dark is longer than we thought, so cold.
Black snow shall fade our shapes
Roots of the oak EMBRACE
Sweet rhyme of brook
Through a winding staircase
Which stinks
One emerges into a cell
Beyond the cell
Is a heavy oak door
Formerly locked
Which opens to another
mouth and I'll decline
King meets queen, then the puppy love thing, together dream
Bout that crib with the Goodyear swing
On the oak tree, I hope we
From the branch where he dwells and lies
Nature revealed in cloak of rhymes
A verse, hidden mirror
And from the treetop of an oak
He laughed
of the blackest oak
In which only the twilight awakes me
(chorus 2x)
This time tomorrow,
I reckon where I'll be:
Down in some lonesome valley,
Hangin' from a white oak tree.
(chorus 2x)
Poor boy you're
Branches as high as vigilant eye could see,
Magic runes, once scratched into this tree.
An old man sat down at this mighty oak,
Every morning, day
belongs
"Riding on horseback
Winged like the ravens
Eyes of the one eyed god"
"Sun now shines golden
Through the leaves of the old oaks
Up
wood
consecrated to the primordial gods.
Baptized with the dew around the oak of this Wiccian's mass
celebrated from the warbling of the crows, og
failure's a bastard
[Chorus]
Your Motto was 'in god we trust all others pay by cash'
You hide beneath oak tables when the windows start to smash
The Moon and Sun to return. The night is passed and I am as the last shadows to dwell underneath the foliage of the mighty
Oaks and the boughs of the Elms
But why can the wild people not be overcome by swords?
But why does the cross not lead to victory?
Their warriors are hard as oaks
Gods are placing
Undying sun of native land!
The blood is not as purple as you are
The clouds of smoke
Are black stains on your wounded body
The oak forest like
can stand
I been meek
And hard like an oak
I seen pretty people disappear like smoke
Friends will arrive, friends will disappear
If you want me
So bind my hands
And tie me to the old oak tree
A mechanical crusade
Tried to shoot down his aeroplane
A mechanical crusade
Tried to shoot down
better move
'Cause I'm tired of running
I'll get what's coming
Down at the alter of my youth
Well, I snuck in through the oak doors of the chapel
We arrived in December and London was cold
So we stayed in the bars along Charring cross road
We never saw nothing but brass taps and oak
Kept
never-ending
Like a river flowing out to sea
You keep it ever growing
Like the rings on an old oak tree
Your faithfulness restores my faith
When trouble
"friends".
Without roots, the mighty oak won't last for long.
Let's hear it for ideals,
Can I get a round of sound for something real.
For he's a jolly
of the ancient gods who dwelt here long before
And so we hunt those who have burnt the oak trees down
The heathen roots run deep the ancient gods are still
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