Текст песни The Two Trees (Live at the Royal Albert Hall) - Loreena McKennitt

Beloved, gaze in thine own heart
The holy tree is growing there
From joy the holy branches start
And all the trembling flowers they bear

The changing colours of its fruit
Have dowered the stars with merry light
The surety of its hidden root
Has planted quiet in the night

The shaking of its leafy head
Has given the waves their melody
And made my lips and music wed
Murmuring a wizard song for thee

There the Loves a circle go
The flaming circle of our days
Gyring, spiring to and from
In those great ignorant leafy ways

For there a fatal image grows
That the stormy night receives
Roots half hidden under the snows
Broken boughs and blackened leaves

For all things turn to bareness
In the dim glass the demons hold
The glass of outer weariness
Made when God slept in times of old

There, through the broken branches, go
The ravens of unresting thought
Flying, crying, to and from
Cruel claw and hungry throat

Or else they stand and sniff the wind
And shake their ragged wings: alas!
Thy tender eyes grow all unkind
Gaze no more in the bitter glass

Beloved, gaze in thine own heart
The holy tree is growing there
From joy the holy branches start
And all the trembling flowers they bear

Remembering all that shaken hair
And how the winged sandals dart
Thine eyes grow full of tender care
Beloved, gaze in thine own heart