Текст песни Golden Bough - Dave Taylor

Listen to the trees a sighing
In the winter wind and rain
Once we were a mighty nation
Now we're cutten down again
Pay the cost of man's ambition
Progress, greed and thoughtless schemes
Where the hunters chased the wildboar
Now but a memory and a dream

So let us take a solemn vow
That we will seek the golden bough
In the shelter of your sacred bower
As the green man waits upon his hour
Listen to the song again
As Robin and his merry men
We feel the earth start breathing when
You spread your branches o'er the ground

Ships that sail the mighty ocean
Fuel for the oily black machines
Axe is sharp, takes but an instant
To end the work of a thousand years
Future gone in an eyelid's blinking
Where the birds no longer sing
Man thinks not beyond the moment
When he crowns himself the King

So let us take a solemn vow
That we will seek the golden bough
In the shelter of your sacred bower
As the green man waits upon his hour
Listen to the song again
As Robin and his merry men
We feel the earth start breathing when
You spread your branches o'er the ground

Plant the ash and plant the hawthorn
With the oak and chestnut tall
Give new heart throughout the shires
Shelter creatures great and small
Where the ivy and the bramble
Cover over forest floor
From springtime waking bleary eyed
Or autumn leaves that silent fall

So let us take a solemn vow
That we will seek the golden bough
In the shelter of your sacred bower
As the green man waits upon his hour
Listen to the song again
As Robin and his merry men
We feel the earth start breathing when
You spread your branches o'er the ground