Loreena Mccennitt The Mystics Dream Lyrics

The Mystics Dream Lyrics

When in the springtime of the year
When the trees are crowned with
leaves
When the ash and oak, and the birch and yew
Are dressed in ribbons
fair

When owls call the breathless moon
In the blue veil of the
night
The shadows of the trees appear
Amidst the lantern
light

We've been rambling all the night
And some time of this
day
Now returning back again
We bring a garland gay

Who will go
down to those shady groves
And summon the shadows there
And tie a ribbon
on those sheltering arms
In the springtime of the year

The songs of
birds seem to fill the wood
That when the fiddler plays
All their voices
can be heard
Long past their woodland days

And so they linked their
hands and danced
Round in circles and in rows
And so the journey of the
night descends
When all the shades are gone

"A garland gay we
bring you here
And at your door we stand
It is a sprout well budded
out
The work of Our Lord's hand"