Hin Onde - Language Of The Woods Lyrics
Flew the moonbirds suggesting spells of the gleaming moonBlew the wind with it's mystifying whispersSwaying firs compiling secret wordsFor those with a mind to knowAncient phares within the treetopsThe language of the ages oldSpells never buried, the bard eternal,The spirit of woodland sings it's wisdom, spreads it's magical mightAnd luckless lands of north reveal their secret forth