Alder

Here's the dowry of the leper
A walnut shell and a peck of pepper
And an alder spray to carve a quiver
For a gang of hazel dowsers
They dowsed themselves into a tangle
Called themselves a hazel bush
They snarled so sweet and incomplete
That they stole the heart of a little song thrush

Hazel Forks, Spoils

Ash

Beyond the Scabbard of Priapus
How fiery and free the sap is!
In the towering, towering, towering ashes

The ashes tower, elm-enshaded
And her lashes flay green-bladed
The trees decay, the trees decay and fall

River Rhine, The Amber Gatherers

Here's the gifts of the infant suitor
A cask of ash and a flask of pewter
A map of the city of the future
And a clutch of empty browsers

Hazel Forks, Spoils
[The cask could contain ashes, rather than being made of ash wood]

Well Fitful to trade was a sharpener of blades
You never saw one so venal
A barrel of ash where his heart should have been
A bramble in place of a brain-o
[Again the barrel could contain ashes, rather than being made of ash wood]

Peacock Strut, unreleased

Birch

And so I'll leave my native land,
Clad in birch and rhododendron.
In Caerlon, Albion, and Man,
May river flow and ever wend on

Down Where the Willow Wands Weep, Farewell Sorrow

Bough

I saw a gathering of men
Underneath the rowan boughs
And they summoned you and you were there
The moon lighting your silver hair

I Walked Abroad in Evil Hour, Farewell Sorrow

Were I an oak I would creak and I'd croak like a bullfrog
My boughs they would break and fall into the lake
But its only for you I'd be breaking
But I am no oak I'm a man in the smoke
And I'm lonely

Coral and Tar, The Wyrd Meme

Cypress

The ranter, the shaker, the wife of the quaker
Under the cypress tree all join hands
The glum undertaker will bring to his maker
Their bodies relieved of all tiresome demands

The Merry Wake, unreleased

Elder

I know she rose early, for I heard her sweet singing
Echoing over the flowering heath
She gathered the willow, the elder, the linden,
The holly, the ivy twined into a wreath

The Whole House is Singing, Farewell Sorrow

Elm

The elm, the elm, the spreading elm
The finest in the Rhineland Realm
Gives so freely of her withy
Beyond the Scabbard of Priapus
How fiery and free the sap is!
In the towering, towering, towering ashes

The ashes tower, elm-enshaded
And her lashes flay green-bladed
The trees decay, the trees decay and fall
River Rhine, The Amber Gatherers

Forest

Oh Gamekeeper Roberts, please spare me my life,
Though I bagged a brace of fine hare in your forest
For I'm pledged to a girl who will soon be my wife
Link arms and join our lusty chorus

Join Our Lusty Chorus, Farewell Sorrow

A briar of brawn and a forest of sinews
Will rise from the power they ploughed in the ground
And so in this way their dominion continues
All under the ever-encircling sun going down

Riddle Me This, The Amber Gatherers

Responded Grief so joyfully
"Abandon hope and follow me"
Meantime we'll see three forests rise and fall in mulch and rind-rust
We'll see the woodsmen turn and fly and the Devil take the hindmost

The Flyting of Grief and Joy (Eternal Return), Spoils

From forest deep where ?? peep from every oak and ?
To city streets where people seek completion of the soul
For everyone with double bond of suffering to foal [?]
I will sow a seed of honesty on the blue bell knoll

Song Composed in December, unreleased

It is my sorrow sorest
Woe the falling forest
The north wind brings me no rest
And death is in the sky

The Laverock in the Blackthorn, unreleased

So I walked a while
And I came up to a deep, deep, dark forest
And there I saw a moonlit henge
Adorning it the densest hawthorn
....
Well I dare no more bring the stars down
Than my brother, bold Orion, come to this forest of learning
I will shine brighter and finer

The Ruby in the Hawthorn, unreleased

Hazel

Because my face betrayed a smile
Because my smile betrayed my love
I went down to the hazel grove
And we'll all go down together
The hazel forked three ways in my hand
Three ways in my blood
Three ways in my mind

Hazel Forks, Spoils

Here's the dowry of the leper
A walnut shell and a peck of pepper
And an alder spray to carve a quiver
For a gang of hazel dowsers

Hazel Forks, Spoils

They dowsed themselves into a tangle
Called themselves a hazel bush
They snarled so sweet and incomplete
That they stole the heart of a little song thrush

Hazel Forks, Spoils

Holly

I know she rose early, for I heard her sweet singing
Echoing over the flowering heath
She gathered the willow, the elder, the linden,
The holly, the ivy twined into a wreath

The Whole House is Singing, Farewell Sorrow

Diana of the pangs owns the wood
Where she owns the blazing wood where I saw the holly rood

I Saw the Boy with Blazing Brow Take to Rood Like Groom to Bride, unreleased

Laurel

Though the road be dark as clove and long as laurel
In tornadic Arkansas and Alabama
And I can only buckle in and watch in horror
And listen to our language lose its former grammar

Where Twines the Path, The Amber Gatherers

Linden

I know she rose early, for I heard her sweet singing
Echoing over the flowering heath
She gathered the willow, the elder, the linden,
The holly, the ivy twined into a wreath

The Whole House is Singing, Farewell Sorrow

Tiny wren, tiny wren, under the linden
Pondering in wonder the human conundrum

The Wheels of the World, unreleased

Oak

Were I an oak I would creak and I'd croak like a bullfrog
But I am no oak I'm a man in the smoke
And I'm lonely
...
Well I took to the drink as if seeking a bog to be mired in
To join with the oak and join with the pine in their blood oath
To choke up the garden to harden the earth
Against any rebirth to crowd out the fennel and sorrel

Coral and Tar, The Wyrd Meme

And last of all the mistletoe
Bane of oak and Baldur's woe
With mastery of every foe

The Sacred Nine and the Primal Horde, Revenge of the Folksingers

From forest deep where newmans peep from every oak and ?
To city streets where people seek completion of the soul

Song Composed in December, unreleased

Pine

If I was a pine I would ooze tar and shine in the moonlight
Moths would all swarm but they'd do me no harm
And it's only for you I'd be shining
But I am no pine I'm a man in my prime
And I'm pining
...
Well I took to the drink as if seeking a bog to be mired in
To join with the oak and join with the pine in their blood oath
To choke up the garden to harden the earth
Against any rebirth to crowd out the fennel and sorrel

Coral and Tar, The Wyrd Meme

Rowan

I saw a gathering of men
Underneath the rowan boughs
And they summoned you and you were there
The moon lighting your silver hair
And they summoned you and you were there
The moon lighting your silver hair
You rose above the rowan trees
And this is what you said to me
Go watch in rapture, watch in joy
As I transcend before you

I Walked Abroad in Evil Hour, Farewell Sorrow

Sapplinghood

Well waxing up from sapplinghood
I heard the livid laughter of the sad
The laboured laughter of the lonely
And relaxing in the dappled wood

The Loudness Wars, unreleased

Tree

And they summoned you and you were there
The moon lighting your silver hair
You rose above the rowan trees
And this is what you said to me

I Walked Abroad in Evil Hour, Farewell Sorrow

The ashes tower, elm-enshaded
And her lashes flay green-bladed
The trees decay, the trees decay and fall

River Rhine, The Amber Gatherers

And she will pull the bounteous yew
Through the broken ribs of Christ
As fine a tree as ever grew
Beyond the gates of Paradise

Dighty Burn, 7" single

The ranter, the shaker, the wife of the quaker
Under the cypress tree all join hands
The glum undertaker will bring to his maker
Their bodies relieved of all tiresome demands

The Merry Wake, unreleased

Willow

I took my only young son,
And my only daughter,
Down where the willow wands weep into the water

Down Where the Willow Wands Weep, Farewell Sorrow

She gathered the willow, the elder, the linden,
The holly, the ivy twined into a wreath.

The Whole House is Singing, Farewell Sorrow

Then she turned away from me in her own cave of gold
And so sadly I saw her unfold and unfold
Then she turned her face to me and she said with one look
"The willow grows ever aslant of the brook
Regardless the shape and the heft of your book..."

Under No Enchantment (But my Own), Spoils

Yew

And she will pull the bounteous yew
Through the broken ribs of Christ
As fine a tree as ever grew
Beyond the gates of Paradise

And of the yew she'll weave a gown
To bind her boy and lie him down
And down will flow her mourning tears
Beyond the standstill of the spheres

Dighty Burn, 7" single