there's a treasured place
beyond yonder hill
in an oak tree glen
where time runs still
and a fire feigns light
warm with dark delight
incantations are read
...a communion with the dead
pull back the string
on your english longbow
see the arrow sing
whistle past all you know
legends linger long
an oral tapestry
and the weak shall be strong
and the blind shall see
feel the pull of fate
straight to the river's gate
love's current is awake
hurry now, don't you be late
pull back the string
on your english longbow
see the arrow sing
whistle past all you know
perhaps at runneymeade
perhaps in normandy
perhaps at land's end
perhaps in the hearts of men
it's the red moon night
it's the scar upon this land
it's the promise of the right
it's where you finally understand
pull back the string
on your english longbow
see the arrow sing
whistle past all you know
IN AN OAK TREE GLEN
WORDS AND MUSIC BY WILLIAM BATES
T21 MUSIC 2012
