Text: Donovan. Roots Of Oak.

Shadow of cloud falls and with it a chill
High o'er heather, hawk hover the hill
Just begun is my journey and Danu's my name
I am the juggler of fortune and fame

Let me not hear facts, figures and logic
Fain would I hear lore, legends and magic
Let me not hear facts, figures and logic
Fain would I hear lore, legends and magic

Let me not hear facts, figures and logic
Fain would I hear lore, legends and magic
Let me not hear facts, figures and logic
Fain would I hear lore, legends and magic

Feathers of raven, slithers of coal
Armour of silver in the mackerel shoal
Sun in the west it is ruby blood red
Travelers a-weary do make their bed

Let me not hear facts, figures and logic
Fain would I hear lore, legends and magic
Let me not hear facts, figures and logic
Fain would I hear lore, legends and magic

Let me not hear facts, figures and logic
Fain would I hear lore, legends and magic
Let me not hear facts, figures and logic
Fain would I hear lore, legends and magic