(Verse 1) The storm has rolled its thunder away, The hawk wheels high where the ravens played. Green blood of the earth runs sweet again, And the old oaks laugh in the wind. We stood as roots when the shadows came, We stood as leaves in the cleansing flame. (Chorus) Hey-la, hey-lo, the wild is waking! Hey-la, hey-lo, the wheel is turning! From stone to star, from seed to bloom, Sing for the living, sing through the gloom! The river runs and the mountain stands— All things whole in these scarred green hands! (Verse 2) The wolf comes down from the ridge to drink, The stag lifts horn where the ashes sink. No iron bite in the meadow now, Only dew on the thistle’s brow. We gave our wounds to the healing ground, And the ground gave life with a softer sound. (Chorus) Hey-la, hey-lo, the wild is waking! Hey-la, hey-lo, the wheel is turning! From stone to star, from seed to bloom, Sing for the living, sing through the gloom! The river runs and the mountain stands— All things whole in these scarred green hands! (Bridge) Let the fire take what the blade has torn, Let the rain wash what the dark has worn. Every scar is a seed that’s set, Every breath is a green regret Turned to gladness beneath the sun— The battle’s done and the world’s begun! (Verse 3) So lift the horn and the rowan spray, Pour red wine on the stones today. The wren is singing, the lark is loud, The sky leans close like a laughing cloud. We are the wild ones, fierce and free— Roots and wings of the living tree! (Final Chorus (louder, all voices together)) Hey-la, hey-lo, the wild is waking! Hey-la, hey-lo, the wheel is turning! From stone to star, from seed to bloom, Sing for the living, never the tomb! The river runs and the mountain stands— All things whole in these scarred green hands! All things whole in these scarred green hands!
