The Great World Tree

There’s a voice at the edge of the greenwood,
calling out to me
It tells the tales
dissolved in time and mystery
 
Since I was a child
the greenwood felt like home to me
Born again in the roots of the great world tree
Born again in the roots of the great world tree
 
The eagle looks down, on the old world tree,
To the roots, and the serpent, and the Maidens three.
And down deeper still, enchanted Norns wait,
For connection and wisdom, from the well-spring of fate.
 
Stand supreme, the old world tree,
Dance the maypole dance,
And celebrate the realms of three.
For nothing’s left to chance,
 
For we are one, and one is whole,
A woven tapestry,
Such is the wisdom of the ash,
within the great world tree.
 
The ancient god Odin, hung from this tree,
To gain hidden knowledge, of the runes’ mystery.
With branches in heaven, and roots down in hell,
Earth at the centre, three stories to tell.
 
Stand supreme, the old world tree,
Dance the maypole dance,
And celebrate the realms of three.
For nothing’s left to chance,
 
For we are one, and one is whole,
A woven tapestry,
Such is the wisdom of the ash,
within the great world tree.
 
This tree of enchantment, Gwydion held dear.
Past, present, and future, all realms become clear.
Connecting the gods, the dead and mankind,
Ash leaves by my pillow, ancestors I’ll find.
 
There’s a voice at the edge of the greenwood,
calling out to me
It tells the tales
dissolved in time and mystery
Since I was a child
the greenwood felt like home to me
Born again in the roots of the great world tree
Born again in the roots of the great world tree