I am Father of the Forest, Son of the Earth
Sower of seed, each sprout a new birth
Hungry roots pierce deep the land
Shadowed leaves fall, a whispered lost clan
My deepest of love, you I shall shield
King of the heart, Oak of the field
I fear not the axe nor thunder above
I fear the slow rot, the thought of lost love
Your burden my kindred, I shall ever bear
The stars and the moon, remember with care
The sun does grant bliss and taketh away
By lightning, lightning shall be my last day
