Forest of Song

A candle is lit in the forest of song, Where the witches come out in the glen; And the nightingales dance, As if in a trance, All watched by the spirits of men. The faeries and elves, with the goblins and gnomes, All join in the banquet of fun; And a magical spell From a bottomless well Causes even the tortoise to run. The witches they circle, as music is played On the harp and the drum and the lyre; And their potions from earth Provide them with mirth, That all sprites in the forest admire. The labyrinth is walked on a carpet of leaves, As the guests are all welcomed by friends. They link hand in hand With the mortals from land, As they travel the lines and the bends. The flame from the candle is flickering with joy, As it lights up the trees and the moon; While the deer and the owl Track the wolf’s happy howl As it sings like a choir boy in tune. And the Mother, she watches the gathering unfold; The Goddess of earth is well pleased. Her energy’s best When there’s no time to rest, Cause all of her senses are teased. Whilst the new world implodes, the ancient lives on, And it’s here that the truth doth belong; For the magic and mystery, All long-lost in history, Is found in the forest of song.