Shattered Oak Song

Wyndreth Berginsdottir

(tune: The Battle on Shiloh's HIll. Lyrics copyright 1994: Karen Unrein Kahan)

Come all good lords and ladies,
I've a tale for you to hear
about the northland oak trees
that grow 'round the water clear.
Where the rivers come together
in a valley deep and wide
is a grove of mighty oaken trees
enduring side by side.

An oak will break before it bends
and its roots go far and deep.
Shoulder to broad shoulder
they watch--even in their sleep.
Within their rustic shelter
friends are welcomed one and all,
and their blood beats hot and ageless,
ever waiting for the call.

They hold steadfast to the soil of
the land that gave them birth
and will offer up their very lives
to defend their native earth.
Oak--it can provide the wood
for a thousand mounted spears
or a smooth and simple table
for peace-talk among the peers.

So be welcome at clear waters
and be mindful there of this:
An acorn round and tiny
can't be crushed within your fist.
An acorn round and tiny
is as smooth as babies' skin
but it full well holds the iron heart
of the oak that lies within.

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