Tori Amos - Battle of Trees lyrics
[Tori Amos - Battle of Trees lyrics]
Our language of love the Battle of Trees
We fought side by side no one had more
Sharper consonants than you love
And my vowels, well, were trusted
First comes the birch
Rowan followed by the ash
Then through the alder she forms
And merges with willow
The hawthorn blossoms
As the oak guards the door
"She" is the hinge on which the year swings
He courts the lightening flash and her
Summoning the spirit's through incantations
You said, "that Thunder God seems to have
In our enemy, his own laureate"
But we knew the furies held the holly sacred
We were insulated
In a circle of words we'd drawn
With wisdom sent from 9 hazels
A rowan fire, and a willow rod
At 10 comes the vine
That generates bramble wine
The constant change of the night sun
A song in the blood of the white bull
Our language of love the Battle of Trees
We fought side by side no one had more
Sharper consonants than you love
And my vowels, well, were trusted
From ivy leaves is an ale that can unveil
The hidden meanings and serpents
Only revealed through visions
Yes, vowels could insert
"A" was for the silver fir
The furze or gorse then came next
With heather at her most passionate
The White Poplar's gift
To the souls of the dead
A promise that it was not the end
But for the vine - the yew it's coffin
Vowels and consonants the power of trees
The power they hold the power of prose
So when the church began to
Twist the old myths
They built their own Tower of Babel
From ulster to Munster
The reed gave way then to the elder
The Earth turns her wheel
So that night follows day from dawn to dawn
From winter to winter
That day the ash had power over the alder
Our language of love the Battle of Trees
We fought side by side then he said to me
"I've dodged bullets and even poisoned arrows
Only to be felled by the blade of a vowel"
We fought side by side no one had more
Sharper consonants than you love
And my vowels, well, were trusted
First comes the birch
Rowan followed by the ash
Then through the alder she forms
And merges with willow
The hawthorn blossoms
As the oak guards the door
"She" is the hinge on which the year swings
He courts the lightening flash and her
Summoning the spirit's through incantations
You said, "that Thunder God seems to have
In our enemy, his own laureate"
But we knew the furies held the holly sacred
We were insulated
In a circle of words we'd drawn
With wisdom sent from 9 hazels
A rowan fire, and a willow rod
At 10 comes the vine
That generates bramble wine
The constant change of the night sun
A song in the blood of the white bull
Our language of love the Battle of Trees
We fought side by side no one had more
Sharper consonants than you love
And my vowels, well, were trusted
From ivy leaves is an ale that can unveil
The hidden meanings and serpents
Only revealed through visions
Yes, vowels could insert
"A" was for the silver fir
The furze or gorse then came next
With heather at her most passionate
The White Poplar's gift
To the souls of the dead
A promise that it was not the end
But for the vine - the yew it's coffin
Vowels and consonants the power of trees
The power they hold the power of prose
So when the church began to
Twist the old myths
They built their own Tower of Babel
From ulster to Munster
The reed gave way then to the elder
The Earth turns her wheel
So that night follows day from dawn to dawn
From winter to winter
That day the ash had power over the alder
Our language of love the Battle of Trees
We fought side by side then he said to me
"I've dodged bullets and even poisoned arrows
Only to be felled by the blade of a vowel"