《Battle Of Trees》歌词

[00:00:01] Battle Of Trees - Tori Amos

[00:00:19] Our language of love

[00:00:22] The Battle of Trees

[00:00:24] We fought side by side

[00:00:27] No one had more

[00:00:34] Sharper consonants than you love

[00:00:45] And my vowels well were trusted

[00:01:05] First comes the Birch

[00:01:09] Rowan followed by the Ash

[00:01:13] Then through the Alder she forms

[00:01:18] And merges with Willow

[00:01:22] The Hawthorne blossoms

[00:01:59] As the Oak guards the door

[00:02:05] She is the hinge on which the year swings

[00:02:15] He courts the lightning flash and her

[00:02:28] Summoning the spirits

[00:02:32] Through incantations

[00:02:33] You said the Thunder God seems to have

[00:02:41] And our enemies are the Reed

[00:02:52] But we knew the Furies held the Holly sacred

[00:03:01] We were insulated

[00:03:04] In a circle of words we'd drawn

[00:03:12] With wisdom sent from nine Hazels

[00:03:18] A Rowan fire and a Willow rod

[00:03:19] At ten comes the vine

[00:03:31] That generates bramble wine

[00:03:35] The constant change of the night sun

[00:03:45] A song in the blood of the white bull

[00:03:58] Our language of love

[00:04:01] The Battle of Trees

[00:04:06] We fought side by side

[00:04:10] No one had more

[00:04:15] Sharper consonants than you love

[00:04:20] And my vowels well were trusted

[00:04:39] From Ivy leaves is an ale that can unveil

[00:04:49] The hidden meanings and serpents

[00:04:55] Only revealed through visions

[00:05:04] Yes vowels could insert

[00:05:08] "A" was for the Silver Fir

[00:05:12] The Firs of course

[00:05:14] Then came next

[00:05:19] With Heather at her most

[00:05:29] Passionate

[00:05:31] The White Poplar's gift to the souls of the dead

[00:05:38] A promise that it was not the end

[00:05:43] But for the vine the "U" it's coffer

[00:05:46] Vowels and consonants

[00:06:02] The power of trees

[00:06:11] The power they hold

[00:06:13] The power of prose

[00:06:18] So when the church

[00:06:21] Began to twist the old myths

[00:06:24] They built their own Tower of Babel

[00:06:30] From Ulster to Munster

[00:06:36] The Reed gave way then

[00:06:52] To the Elder

[00:07:00] The Earth turns her will

[00:07:03] So that night follows day

[00:07:06] From dawn to dawn

[00:07:12] Fom Winter to Winter

[00:07:13] At day the Ash had power over the Alder

[00:07:23] Our language of love

[00:07:44] The Battle of Trees

[00:07:48] We fought side by side

[00:08:01] Then he said to me:

[00:08:03] "I've dodged bullets and even poisoned arrows

[00:08:04] Only to be foiled by the blade of a vowel"