I'm You're listening to Druidcast, episode 210.

You're listening to Druidcast, episode 210. The

The As I went out As I went out walking on the 12th night

Passed all of the houses beyond the street lights

To hold apple trees

An orchard I knew

As a boy I might have scrumped there an apple or two

The full moon of winter there an apple or two.

The full moon of winter shone down on the land, the sign said keep out I did not understand.

Then I saw all the trees lying dead on the land

And I started singing a song

Wausail, w'all over the town

A toast it is white and our ale it is brown

A bowl it is made of the white maple tree

With a was ailing bowl

We'll drink to thee to the year I kicked over the sign, stepped into the field,

Saw the bricks and barbed a wire then the fallen reveal

Down by a headrun, what do I see?

Standing to find the last apple tree.

There's a circle of people, I don't know how.

There's fresh fall and snow

And they're standing there now

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