Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Battle Of Trees, artist - Tori Amos. Album song Night Of Hunters, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 31.12.2010
Record label: Deutsche Grammophon
Song language: English
Battle Of Trees |
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 spirits |
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 its 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» |