MORNING GLORY SUN 
- P Thin Carolan

Morning Glory Sun
See Super Nova
Shaking loose 
his Golden hair
Spreads his Goodness 
everywhere
Morning Glory Sun

TREES 
R Drury

Trees, 
trees are wondrous things
Leaves and flowers 
flutter in the breeze
Twisting and turning 
into the sky
Spiralling up 
into the night.

Centuries marked 
upon these trees
Mystical stories 
unfold in the wind
Golden leaves 
they shower the sky
Sunlight beams through them 
as they twirl and fly.

SUN QUEEN 
- Tim Hall

Leafy green, 
ever the Spring Queen
Comes to my door
Blossom of snow 
what do you know
In your own heart?
Rainbows of dew 
sparkling new
As ever before
Now we are here 
joy sheds a tear
Time come to start 
we're falling apart
'Cos you're never alone
Feel it grow in the bone
Warm breath of fellows unseen
From an inch to an hour
Like a ripening flower
Pulse from a stem
To a wakening dream.

Sun Queen, 
shimmering downstream
Dazzle my soul 
in a daydream,
Sun Queen, 
shimmering downstream
Dazzle my soul.

Sister come slowly 
where your soil is loamy
Your wish is my desire
Your love I kindle 
like flax round a spindle
Come let me sit by your fire
Let me stir tenderly 
your cauldron of memory
And warm up the love 
in your heart

Let me cook millet 
in your copper skillet
And taste of it, 
lest we forget
That you're never alone

Sun Queen, 
shimmering downstream
Dazzle my soul 
in a daydream,
Dazzle my soul, 
Queen of the maybe summertime.

BLOOD MOTHER 
Tim Hall

I wanna crumble into your dust
Drown in your seas
Burn up with your desire
Blow away in your breeze.

The chattering stones 
and gurgling streams
The warmth of the sun 
and the caressing breeze
You are my Blood,
Blood Mother.

Red is the colour 
of the river of life
Black is your body 
there are stars in your eyes
Deep in your womb 
my spirit is sleeping
Deep in my heart 
your spirit is stirring

Put it in the pot 
fill the thing up
You know there's enough 
to fill everyone's cup (up)
Blood Mother.

CAILLEAGH 
Tim Hall

Little boy sitting at the window
Watching the world go by
Somewhere out in Srebrenica
Another boy has to die
Watching the sky 
as the clouds turn to rain
Wondering if it has to be this way
Again and again

CHORUS:
   Cailleagh, Mother of all
   The night crow comes
   To show us our world
   Cailleagh, come when we call
   The night crow comes
   To purify our souls 

Mama crow sitting on the rooftop
Watches the world with one eye
Spreading out her feathered wings
She utters a warning cry
Look deep within 
to investigate the cause
She will change everything, 
we can but do
That which is ours.

CHORUS:
   Cailleagh, Mother of all
   The night crow comes
   To show us our world
   Cailleagh, come when we call
   The night crow comes
   To purify us all 

Om kang Kalika Nama Om

SARAJEVO 
- Kathy Jones/Lite

In Sarajevo 
the people are dying, 
Oh no
The children 
and mothers are dying, 
Oh no
In Sarajevo 
the men with guns 
are killing
At Medjugorye 
she warned us all

CHORUS

Sarajevo, Siskei, Somalia

In Siskei 
the people are dying, 
Oh no
The children 
and mothers are dying, 
Oh no
In Siskei 
the men with guns 
are killing
At Medjugorye 
Mary asked we pray

CHORUS

In Somalia 
the people are dying, 
Oh no
The children 
and mothers are dying, 
Oh no
In Somalia 
the men with guns 
are killing
Oh the Queen of heaven, 
she warned us all

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THE HAZLEWOOD 
WB Yeats / traditional / Drury

I went out to the hazelwood
Because a fire was in my head
And I cut and trimmed a hazel wand
And hooked a berry to a thread

And when white moths were on the wing
And moth-like stars were flickering out
I dropped a berry in a stream
And caught a little silver trout

And when I laid it on the floor
And went to blow the fire aflame
Something rustled on the floor
And someone called me by my name

It had become a glimmering girl
With apple blossoms in her hair
Who called me by name and ran
And faded through the brightening air

Now when I'm old from wandering
Through hollow lands and hilly lands
I will find out where she has gone
And kiss her lips and take her hands

And walk among tall dappled grass
And pluck till time and times are done
The silver apples of the moon
The golden apples of the sun.

MANANNAN 
- Tim Hall

Watching the mist 
come rolling in
Tracing soggy circles 
on the mossy ground
Making tea 
at my grandad's hearth
Listening out 
for the pixie's laugh
Manannan

The compass point 
turns round and round
Will we ever be found
Standing stone 
on barren ground
Point us home 
from the pixie's path
Manannan

Falling rain 
on iron road
Bring me a chariot 
to carry my load
Take us home 
for tea and for buns
And happy tell-tales 
of pixie land
Manannan

Guardian of the summerland

WYCH ELM 
N Durakis

I told him 
'No don't cut the Wych elm down
She's been standing in the forest 
at the gateway to our town
Since the men in black 
with their wooden crosses came'

Bella was a woman 
who lived in our village
Healing the sick 
and tending her land

Every child born 
owed its life to our Bella
My first breath was drawn 
by the touch of her hand

Don't put your axe against her 
I swear that she will bleed
Woodsman she's a woman 
leave her in peace'

Came there a young man 
down to our village
Clothes black as night-time 
with eyes bright and cold

The folk of the village 
he loved as a priest loves
But Bella he loved 
as a young man brave and bold

I cannot be yours 
I belong to the Earth sir
You cannot be mine 
you are sworn to the sky

Take heed of your vows priest 
the Gods cannot be cheated
Not even by a heart 
that is deceived by the eye

Your words gentle Bella 
they mark me for callow
And I swear by the Christ now 
so mark my words well

If you will not love me 
you'll go to none other
As a witch you will burn 
I consign thee to Hell

She's guarded by God 
and by powers unknown
If you value your life/soul
woodsman leave her alone

On the eve of All Hallows 
as Bella was dancing
In the light of her beacon, 
naked and free

Out from the darkness 
a priest came a-walking
Bella tonight 
you will lie here with me

The ground underneath them 
it growled and trembled
The couple were shaken 
and Bella broke free

And when the quake was over 
the clearing was empty
The priest stood alone 
'twixt a fire and a tree

Gone is the woodsman 
gone from this village
Here in the forest 
I now walk alone

In the clearing the Wych elm 
still stands by the river
In the grass lies an axe 
and a pillar of stone

MESSIAH 
Somers/Hall/Lepchani

Many mouths say Messiah,
Messiah when will come
He will rise 
by the standing stones
Rise by the rising Sun King

Many mouths say the Mother
The Mother she comes soon
She was born 
with the pregnant earth
Rise with the waxing Moon 
Mother, Maya Mother

Many mouths say the child
The child when will come 
Many mouths say the child 
The child when will come
The child is born in all of us
For now our time has come

MERRY MEET 
- traditional; 
arrangement by Silver on the Tree

May the circle 
be open yet unbroken
May the love of God and Goddess 
be ever in your heart
Merry meet, merry part, 
merry meet again.