Interpret:

Tori Amos

Album:

Night of Hunters

Our language of love
 The Battle of Trees
 We fought side by side
 No one had more


 Sharper consonants than you, love
 And my vowels, well, were trusted


 First comes the Birch
 Rowan followed by the Ash
 Then through the Alder she forms
 And merges with Willow


 The Hawthorne blossoms
 As the Oak guards the door
 She is the hinge on which the year swings
 He courts the lightning flash and her


 Summoning the spirits
 Through incantations
 You said the Thunder God seems to have
 And our enemies are the Reed
 But we knew the Furies held the Holly sacred


 We were insulated
 In a circle of words we'd drawn
 With wisdom sent from nine Hazels
 A Rowan fire and a Willow rod


 At ten comes the vine
 That generates bramble wine
 The constant change of the night sun
 A song in the blood of the white bull


 Our language of love
 The Battle of Trees
 We fought side by side
 No one had more
 Sharper consonants than you, love
 And my vowels, well, were trusted


 From Ivy leaves is an ale that can unveil
 The hidden meanings and serpents
 Only revealed through visions
 Yes vowels could insert
 "A" was for the Silver Fir


 The Firs of course
 Then came next
 With Heather at her most
 Passionate


 The White Poplar's gift to the souls of the dead
 A promise that it was not the end
 But for the vine the "U", it's coffer


 Vowels and consonants
 The power of trees
 The power they hold
 The power of prose


 So when the church
 Began to twist the old myths
 They built their own Tower of Babel
 From Ulster to Munster


 The Reed gave way then
 To the Elder
 The Earth turns her will
 So that night follows day


 From dawn to dawn
 Fom Winter to Winter
 At day the Ash had power over the Alder


 Our language of love
 The Battle of Trees
 We fought side by side
 Then he said to me:
 "I've dodged bullets and even poisoned arrows
 Only to be foiled by the blade of a vowel"