Listen now to the voice of the wood
I have heard
And yes, I've understood
Read the word
In the braille of the bark
Touch is the language of the dark
See through the eye of the tree
The love-knotted oak reveals the Three
And when she speaks in a primitive tongue
And when we sing we sing as one
Come, oh come
New Jerusalem
Born in the heavy-hearted one
My heart is heavy
Wrought iron and oak
My hands are branches
Broken by the weight of the word that You spoke
I've waited all night
For your darkfiretongue
For your words
For Aurora to come
Speak to me in a primitive tongue
I do not understand this new tongue
I do not understand
All I've seen and all I've done
All I've been and all I've become
One as three and three
As one