I'm You're listening to Druidcast, episode 164.

Music Shade of the trees in the summer sunlight rest on the shoulders of a boy and girl who is sitting in the tall grass loving gently, wind whispers, names in the ears.

Shade of the trees in the summer sunlight, rest on the shoulder of a boy and girl, who was sitting in the tall grass loving gently, wind whispers, names in their ears.

Listen to me, love me, for I am the land, from the stone on the hills to the grain in your hand.

You power in your body from the birth of the earth.

Snow in the winter, blossom in the womb, forget me not, nor treat me lightly.

I am the land. I am the land, I am the land, I am soaks the ground, soil bare of the trees which are burnt to the ground.

Ash fills the air, smoke bellowing cloud.

The cloud burst and the rain fall back down like a shroud.

And around and around and the world goes round.

Round and around and the world was round.

Round and around and the world was round.

Round and around and the world go around. Round, under, ground and the world go a ground.

The fresh crack of the old earth spring rites for us all, rejoice in the sun, sun lays

glorious call, store and and collect All under a mound

Winter is white

And life makes no sound

And around and around

And the world go around

Round and around

And the world go with round

Round and around

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