In the shadow of the oaken grove Where the oldest roots still grow Where the moss and stone endure And the quiet woods are pure From the bark the breath was drawn From the earth the blood was born Child of branch and hidden rain Walking where the old remain - Chorus Born of bark and shadow Daughter of the grove Where the ancient oaks are standing And the wild winds rove Guardians of the forest Roots beneath our feet Life and wood are woven Where the dark and greenwood meet - Through the groves the old paths lie Under leaf and northern sky Every root and branch and stone Knows the forest as its home In the hush before the dawn When the silver mist is drawn Voices rise from earth below Where the oldest forests grow - Stand with root and stand with tree Forest blood runs wild and free Oak and shadow, leaf and flame Guard the woods in ancient name
