In A Fair Country by The Wilderness Yet Lyrics
[Verse 1]
The yew in the churchyard she sighs and she groans
Under the weight of old sins and old bones
She’ll find no relief for she cannot die
Only suck a life from the dead that in their graves lie
The oak and the ash and the apple tree
Would blossom and bloom in a fair country...
[Verse 2]
We sigh for the summer as we summon the May
Seeking the favour of fortune and fey
But less now she blushes in hedges and groves
Curse he that harms hawthorn as she blossoms and grows
The oak and the ash and the apple tree
Would blossom and bloom in a fair country...
[Verse 3]
The willows that flank the river bank side
Watch lives wax and wane with the pull of the tide
From cradle to coffin they’ll weave and they’ll spin
And the willows weep low for lost love and lost kin
The oak and the ash and the apple tree
Would blossom and bloom in a fair country...
[Verse 4]
Alder, oh alder her feet in the water
Flame in the forge and stone in the stream
Though the blacksmith the dyer and the cobbler court her
She shields in her shady carrs, her Robin the Green
The oak and the ash and the apple tree
Would blossom and bloom in a fair country...
[Verse 5]
And over the land man strips barren and bare
Where the spirits that linger are death and despair
Sweeps the Lady of Birch with her silvren skin
And all that was tainted will be pure again
The oak and the ash and the apple tree
Would blossom and bloom in a fair country...
The yew in the churchyard she sighs and she groans
Under the weight of old sins and old bones
She’ll find no relief for she cannot die
Only suck a life from the dead that in their graves lie
The oak and the ash and the apple tree
Would blossom and bloom in a fair country...
[Verse 2]
We sigh for the summer as we summon the May
Seeking the favour of fortune and fey
But less now she blushes in hedges and groves
Curse he that harms hawthorn as she blossoms and grows
The oak and the ash and the apple tree
Would blossom and bloom in a fair country...
[Verse 3]
The willows that flank the river bank side
Watch lives wax and wane with the pull of the tide
From cradle to coffin they’ll weave and they’ll spin
And the willows weep low for lost love and lost kin
The oak and the ash and the apple tree
Would blossom and bloom in a fair country...
[Verse 4]
Alder, oh alder her feet in the water
Flame in the forge and stone in the stream
Though the blacksmith the dyer and the cobbler court her
She shields in her shady carrs, her Robin the Green
The oak and the ash and the apple tree
Would blossom and bloom in a fair country...
[Verse 5]
And over the land man strips barren and bare
Where the spirits that linger are death and despair
Sweeps the Lady of Birch with her silvren skin
And all that was tainted will be pure again
The oak and the ash and the apple tree
Would blossom and bloom in a fair country...