Lord of Leaves
Music and Lyrical Composition: Ashagal
Lyrical Text: John Harford
Moon and stars turn over streams and breeze;
All the Woods whisper of the Lord of Leaves
None see him walk
As the Spring’s sun breaks the sky
Yet as blooms grow thick,
Feel his feet slip by
His forest cloak
drapes bright o’er vale and hill,
The hare and stag
Come to spread word of his will
Moon and stars turn over streams and breeze;
All the season’s beasts bow to the Lord of Leaves
Among the boughs
Of the forest’s purple eve,
‘Round sacred flames, his kin
Dance among the trees.
Signs drawn on wood
And the forest night’s alive
Open the gate with wine,
The Lord of Leaves arrives
Moon and stars turn over streams and breeze;
All the season’s beasts bow to the Lord of Leaves
As autumn comes,
Now, burn the pyres bright,
They bow to his passing,
Harvest moon is high.
Bones and branch bare,
Sleeping under webs of ice,
But soon the sun grows gold,
And from sweet earth he’ll rise.
Moon and stars turn over streams and breeze;
All the season’s beasts bow to the Lord of Leaves
Moon and stars turn over streams and breeze;
All the Woods whisper of the Lord of Leaves
Music and Lyrical Composition: Ashagal
Lyrical Text: John Harford
Moon and stars turn over streams and breeze;
All the Woods whisper of the Lord of Leaves
None see him walk
As the Spring’s sun breaks the sky
Yet as blooms grow thick,
Feel his feet slip by
His forest cloak
drapes bright o’er vale and hill,
The hare and stag
Come to spread word of his will
Moon and stars turn over streams and breeze;
All the season’s beasts bow to the Lord of Leaves
Among the boughs
Of the forest’s purple eve,
‘Round sacred flames, his kin
Dance among the trees.
Signs drawn on wood
And the forest night’s alive
Open the gate with wine,
The Lord of Leaves arrives
Moon and stars turn over streams and breeze;
All the season’s beasts bow to the Lord of Leaves
As autumn comes,
Now, burn the pyres bright,
They bow to his passing,
Harvest moon is high.
Bones and branch bare,
Sleeping under webs of ice,
But soon the sun grows gold,
And from sweet earth he’ll rise.
Moon and stars turn over streams and breeze;
All the season’s beasts bow to the Lord of Leaves
Moon and stars turn over streams and breeze;
All the Woods whisper of the Lord of Leaves