Golden Bough

Listen to the trees a sighing In the winter wind and rain Once we were a mighty nation Now we're cutten down again Pay the cost of man's ambition Progress, greed and thoughtless schemes Where the hunters chased the wildboar Now but a memory and a dream So let us take a solemn vow That we will seek the golden bough In the shelter of your sacred bower As the green man waits upon his hour Listen to the song again As Robin and his merry men We feel the earth start breathing when You spread your branches o'er the ground Ships that sail the mighty ocean Fuel for the oily black machines Axe is sharp, takes but an instant To end the work of a thousand years Future gone in an eyelid's blinking Where the birds no longer sing Man thinks not beyond the moment When he crowns himself the King So let us take a solemn vow That we will seek the golden bough In the shelter of your sacred bower As the green man waits upon his hour Listen to the song again As Robin and his merry men We feel the earth start breathing when You spread your branches o'er the ground Plant the ash and plant the hawthorn With the oak and chestnut tall Give new heart throughout the shires Shelter creatures great and small Where the ivy and the bramble Cover over forest floor From springtime waking bleary eyed Or autumn leaves that silent fall So let us take a solemn vow That we will seek the golden bough In the shelter of your sacred bower As the green man waits upon his hour Listen to the song again As Robin and his merry men We feel the earth start breathing when You spread your branches o'er the ground