Lyr Add: The Trees in the Woodland (Anne Lister)

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: The Trees In The Woodland (Anne Liste
From: katlaughing
Date: 27 Jan 08 - 12:53 AM

Another great song. Thanks for posting Anne's songs, Mrrzy.

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: The Trees In The Woodland (Anne Lister)
From: Peace
Date: 26 Jan 08 - 06:29 PM

"Ents are a fictional race from J. R. R. Tolkien's fantasy world of Middle-earth. The term Ent in a fantasy context is very different from the Anglo-Saxon word Ent, as the former refers to a humanoid tree and the latter refers to a "giant". They appear to have been inspired by the talking trees of many of the world's folklores. See tree (mythology) for more information. As of the War of the Ring, the race consists exclusively of male Ents.

As with Hobbit, Ent is a term that in modern times is almost exclusively connected with J. R. R. Tolkien, and the usage of the term seldom evokes its earlier meanings."

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: The Trees In The Woodland (Anne Lister)
From: Joe Offer
Date: 26 Jan 08 - 06:27 PM

Here are Anne's notes, from Waiting for the Hero

Another song written at Hawkwood College, Stroud, this time in December, 2002. Very Ent-like.

What's an Ent?
-Joe-

Subject: Lyr Add: The Trees In The Woodland (Anne Lister)
From: Mrrzy
Date: 26 Jan 08 - 12:45 PM

THE TREES IN THE WOODLAND
Anne Lister (Tabster), on Waiting for the Hero

The trees in the woodland stand silent and black
As they wait for the time for the spring to come back
And they whisper to me the secret they keep
There's no better healing than darkness and sleep.

And here you are rushing so crazily by
More swift than the sun as it crosses the sky
The good times, the bad times, the seasons will turn
The seedlings will sprout and the old hearthfire burn.

The trees in the woodland are busy and green
As the leaves and the blossom burst out to be seen
And they whisper to me the secret they know
There's nothing so fine as to bloom and to grow.

And here you are rushing so crazily by
More swift than the sun as it crosses the sky
The good times, the bad times, the seasons will turn
The seedlings will sprout and the old hearthfire burn.

The trees in the woodland stand full and stand tall
As warm light brings lushness and plenty to all
And they whisper to me the secret they hide
There's nothing so fragile as beauty and pride.

And here you are rushing so crazily by
More swift than the sun as it crosses the sky
The good times, the bad times, the seasons will turn
The seedlings will sprout and the old hearthfire burn.

The trees in the woodland stand red, green and gold
As they wait for the storm winds so brisk and so bold
And they whisper to me the best secret of all
A life without some grief is no life at all.

And here you are rushing so crazily by
More swift than the sun as it crosses the sky
The good times, the bad times, the seasons will turn
The seedlings will sprout and the old hearthfire burn.