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Elder, elder |
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Watched a bird tend its nest |
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Its coming and going put my mind at rest |
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And it told me to go outside |
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That this was the time this time was right |
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Cherry blossom, rowan flower too |
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Hawthorn buds and deadnettle in bloom |
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And so green green |
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Dark green were the leaves of Elder too |
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And roots, roots |
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Let me lie above your roots |
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Green shoots, shoots |
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Let me eat your spring shoots |
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That cleanse the cold from my blood |
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Like the leaves through the air above me |
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Elder, elder |
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Last night I had a dream I burnt your branches down |
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I cut your fingers and I burnt your crown |
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And someone made a whistle and someone made a pipe |
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And someone hollowed you through to blow our fire alive |
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And so green, green |
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Dark green were the leaves of elder you |
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And roots, roots |
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Let me play beneath your roots |
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Green shoots, shoots |
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Let me eat your spring shoots |
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That cleans the cold in my veins |
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And like the sun it lengthens my days |
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Elder, elder |
