[intro] [Oboe and Flute rising lyrical] At our homecoming to this land to create Dandelion where the Peace Temple now stands, we saw alone on a hill, a beautiful tree from afar, across the valley Near its oak arms grand we quickly chose to land Did we unknowingly understand? This was a Holy Tree, where we wanted to be? [chorus] [Oboe and Flute rising lyrical melody] Holy Tree, Holy Tree, Blessing all where you stand below your oak arms so grand We brought wood to build there but were soon told the winter creek would block that spot So we chose another space with the winter waters far away, and settled in to stay When his parents saw that tree they asked if we, would scatter their ashes there when they were gone and free, [chorus] [Oboe and Fute rising] Holy Tree, Holy Tree, Blessing all where you stand below your oak arms so grand When my mother saw the tree, she asked to have her ashes spread there when she passed Others asked as well And may my ashes there forever dwell. That oak on the rise above the valley stood out so beautifully, For all who came to see. Then one day, looking down at the trail, lost in thought but facing that way. At first sight, of the tree on the hill My mind went completely still! [chorus] [Oboe and Fute rising] Holy Tree, Holy Tree, Blessing all where you stand below your oak arms so grand This was a Blessing sign, I already knew So it was clear to me and true, THIS IS A HOLY TREE! Guardian Spirit became its name Blessing all whose ashes there remain. My precious husband of 54 years My mother dear, the same Friends, mothers and fathers too. The wind whispers through it's leaves who can stay and who must go elsewhere Natives of this land knew the Holy Trees, They treated them with care, Like they did their acorn oaks. [chorus] [Oboe and Fute rising] Holy Tree, Holy Tree, Blessing all where you stand below your oak arms so grand They fed the earth all around They removed trunk moss, they tell, Who knows what the Holy Tree whispered to them, who loved it well? As part of the Blessings of this land We too honor that special tree, Guardian Spirit may you long stand Blessing all in your Holy Mystery below your oaken arms so grand. [chorus] [Oboe and Fute ] Holy Tree, Holy Tree, Blessing all where you stand below your oak arms grand [otro] [Oboe, Flute rrising joyously]
