The Oldest Song
The chant will waken the Old Onesoh yes, as the music swells
Their ears will twitch,
eyelids part,
lips will open to breathe in
the sweet song on the air.
The bells will call to the Green Ones
come in, come here, come play,
step out of the trees,
see the Old Ones,
rejoice!
Dance at Their feet to the song.
These drums will stir up the Wild Ones,
they shake the dirt from their hair,
stomp and cavort,
raise rough voiced howls,
join the twirling and
bring to the song their chaos.
The flutes will reach out to seduce You,
call you forth from your
mundane life,
ensnare your heart and
free you to join
The Dance of the Oldest Song
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