Tori Amos - Battle Of Trees Lyrics
Our language of loveThe Battle of TreesWe fought side by sideNo one had moreSharper consonants than you, loveAnd my vowels, well, were trustedFirst comes the BirchRowan followed by the AshThen through the Alder she formsAnd merges with WillowThe Hawthorne blossomsAs the Oak guards the doorShe is the hinge on which the year swingsHe courts the lightning flash and herSummoning the spiritsThrough incantationsYou said the Thunder God seems to haveAnd our enemies are the ReedBut we knew the Furies held the Holly sacredWe were insulatedIn a circle of words we'd drawnWith wisdom sent from nine HazelsA Rowan fire and a Willow rodAt ten comes the vineThat generates bramble wineThe constant change of the night sunA song in the blood of the white bullOur language of loveThe Battle of TreesWe fought side by sideNo one had moreSharper consonants than you, loveAnd my vowels, well, were trustedFrom Ivy leaves is an ale that can unveilThe hidden meanings and serpentsOnly revealed through visionsYes vowels could insert"A" was for the Silver FirThe Firs of courseThen came nextWith Heather at her mostPassionateThe White Poplar's gift to the souls of the deadA promise that it was not the endBut for the vine the "U", it's cofferVowels and consonantsThe power of treesThe power they holdThe power of proseSo when the churchBegan to twist the old mythsThey built their own Tower of BabelFrom Ulster to MunsterThe Reed gave way thenTo the ElderThe Earth turns her willSo that night follows dayFrom dawn to dawnFom Winter to WinterAt day the Ash had power over the AlderOur language of loveThe Battle of TreesWe fought side by sideThen he said to me:"I've dodged bullets and even poisoned arrowsOnly to be foiled by the blade of a vowel"
