كلمات Roots of Oak

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 T'is 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)