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ROOTS OF OAK
Donovan Leitch

Driving across the highlands
Of Scotland in our Land Rover,

Shadow of cloud falls, and with it a chill.
High o'er heather, hawk hover the hill.
Just begun is my journey, and Danu's my name.
I am the juggler of fortune and fame.

Let me not hear facts, figures and logic.
Fain would I hear lore, legends and magic. (x 4)

Feathers of raven, slithers of coal,
Armour of silver in the mackerel shoal,
Sun in the west, 'tis ruby blood red.
Travelers a-weary do make their bed.

Let me not hear facts, figures and logic.
Fain would I hear lore, legends and magic. (x 4)