Sol Invictus - Song Of The Flower lyrics

When the hurt shall bring you woe, God made the healing herb to grow A bloom on the tree When the apples are ripe Means the end Of somebody's life Ash when green Is fuel for a Queen The Michaelmas daisy Among dead leaves Blooms for St. Micheal's Valorous deeds In dock, out nettle, Don't let the blood settle Elder tree, Elder tree, Crocked, wrong Never straight And never strong Never bush And never tree, Since our Lord Was nailed to thee Under a throne, Our saviour was born If the sagebrush Thrives and grows, The master's not master And he knows! St. Agnes, that's to lovers kind, Come ease the trouble of my mind Elm dogrieve, Oak do hate Willow do walk; If you travels late