“Tie me a knot of string, made with Holly and Ivy.”
“Give a gift of
golden Wheat, with Basil and Thorn Apple.”
“The words of
Freesia, the meaning of Edelweiss.”
“So silent, so
quiet, so speak softly before them.”
“Before the
lonely Yew, holding Cedar and Birch.”
“Wish well the
spirits of Hawthorn.”
“Before you tie
me a knot of string.”
“Made of Holly
and Ivy, with Forget-me-nots.”
“For a spell, a
wish to be forever intertwined.”
Tell me a story
of ages past,
Speak to me a
spell of Hawthorn and protection.
Sing to me, the
voices of the forest.
The silent words
of flowers,
Of the hidden spirits
that walk among us.
In a field of golden
Wheat,
Run, run, become
the wind.
In the deep
forests,
Sleep, sleep,
become the earth.
A bed of Holly waits
for you,
Beneath the
Mistletoe.
Fire burns, fire
takes,
Fire renews.
From the grey
comes the green,
A new beginning.
So lonely I was,
Until you came.
From loneliness,
I learned to keep
hold,
Of the fleeting
moments,
That will someday
be no more.
Avoid the
Nightshade and Nettles,
The black Mulberry and Mandrake.
Follow the Great Maple, the Ivy,
The gentle Edelweiss and the Bitter Root.
In a field of
golden Wheat,
Run, run, become
the wind.
In the deep
forests,
Sleep, sleep,
become the earth.
A bed of Holly
waits for you,
Beneath the
Mistletoe.
Water flows and
gives,
Its rage destroys,
Its calm gives
life.
So cold is the
white snow,
So tall the
mountains are,
So close to the
clouds above,
Yet so far.
Tell me a story
of ages past,
Speak to me a
spell of Hawthorn and protection.
Sing to me, the
voices of the forest.
The silent words
of flowers,
Of the hidden
spirits that walk among us.
Don’t leave me,
Don’t go.
Let us be
together forever,
Within the
forgotten lands,
Among spirits of
the past,
Intertwined
together.
So lonely I was,
Until you came.
From loneliness,
I learned to keep
hold,
Of the fleeting
moments,
That will someday
be no more.
Let us cast a
spell,
To keep hold a
while longer,
The time we have
together.
So, tie me a knot
of string, made with Holly and Ivy.
Give a gift of
golden Wheat, with Basil and Thorn Apple.
The words of
Freesia, the meaning of Edelweiss.
So silent, so
quiet, so speak softly before them.
Before the lonely
Yew, holding Cedar and Birch.
Wish well the
spirits of Hawthorn.
Before you tie me
a knot of string.
Made of Holly and
Ivy, with Forget-me-nots.
For a spell, a
wish to be forever intertwined.
Always, for
eternity,
Even when apart.
Tell me a story
of ages past,
Speak to me a
spell of Hawthorn and protection.
Sing to me, the
voices of the forest.
The silent words
of flowers,
Of the hidden
spirits that walk among us.
In a field of
golden Wheat,
Run, run, become
the wind.
In the deep
forests,
Sleep, sleep,
become the earth.
A bed of Holly
waits for you,
Beneath the
Mistletoe.
The wind blows,
So free, so
gentle, so fierce.
The seeds scatter
and spread,
Voices are caught
in the wind.
Avoid the
Nightshade and Nettles,
The black
Mulberry and Mandrake.
Follow the Great
Maple, the Ivy,
The gentle
Edelweiss and the Bitter Root.
Don’t leave me,
Don’t go.
Let us be
together forever,
Within the
forgotten lands,
Among spirits of
the past,
Intertwined
together.
Tie me a knot of
string, made with Holly and Ivy.
Give a gift of
golden Wheat, with Basil and Thorn Apple.
The words of
Freesia, the meaning of Edelweiss.
So silent, so
quiet, so speak softly before them.
Before the lonely
Yew, holding Cedar and Birch.
Wish well the
spirits of Hawthorn.
Before you tie me
a knot of string.
Made of Holly and
Ivy, with Forget-me-nots.
For a spell, a
wish to be forever intertwined.
Always, for
eternity,
Even when apart.
Even as the world
falls apart,
Even if all shall
fade,
Tie me a knot of
string,
For a spell to be
forever intertwined.
To always be two
that is one,
Hold me, hold me,
Don’t let go.
Don’t forget,
Don’t let go,
Tell me a story,
Tell me you love
me;
To be Continued...
