listen now to the voice of the wood I have heard and yes, I’ve understood read the word in the braille of the bark touch is the language of the dark see through the eye of the tree the loveknotted oak reveals the Three She speaks in a primitive tongue and when We sing, We sing as ONE come, oh come New Jerusalem born in the heavyhearted One my heart is heavy wrought iron and oak broken by the weight of the word that You spoke i've waited all night for your dark fire tongue speak to Me in a primitive tongue I do not understand this new tongue I do not understand all I’ve seen and all I’ve done all I’ve been and all I’ve become three as one and one as three