We sowed the seeds of love We showed them how to sing Grown with a knowing of something in their blood Where ceremony begins When the apron string unpinned My garden was forsook To weigh in on industry Raised beyond the altar, under oak and ash I grew to a bony rowan tree Freely in my own country But some oak trees won’t twist For they’re brittle beneath the bark Better that limbs be broke and brought to ground And service the light to dark We’re just servants unto the dark For the gatekeeper can’t stand by For they must be bound to be free Lightworking the liminal, listening to the land Fingering at mystery Not Sally, fee and easy Oh grief, oh grief have I For the songs they go to decay The garden of England once bloomed it’s sound assault Now destined for some bouquet No roses in this display For the rose it bore a thorn A spritz of wilful spark But taming its temper to never pierce the palm We’ll never touch the heart, the heart No poison tip to the dart We sowed the seeds of love We showed them how to sing Grown with a knowing of wildness in their blood More than the sum of the everything The old wow never wears thin Sweet as the birds in the spring Home is when the heart sings The songs that tell of our own kith and kin The old wow never wears thin Out of decay new life springs As the anima sheds its own skin While this pebble rolls its big rings The old wow never wears thin The old wow never wears thin Some of my favourite things The old wow never wears thin