The seed awaits The death of flowers A wind through the leaves A quake in the bowers Fade and fade And turn to dust In this birth a death A sigh at breath
Petals fall from the rowan tree Fall apart, make way to thee
The seed awaits The deadly hours A wind through the leaves A quake in the bowers Fade and fade And turn to dust In this birth a death A sigh a breath
Ashes fall from the old oak tree Fall apart, make way to thee
Rowan, ash, willow, oak Rowan, ash, willow, oak
A white hand unfurls Awake from your slumber Through blackened earth you go Eternal night you wander
Rowan, ash, willow, oak Rowan, ash, willow, oak
A green hand unfurls Awake from your slumber Crane towards the sun Greet the morning