Song of the Flower - Sol Invictus

When the hurt shall bring you woe,

God made the healing herb to grow

A bloom on the tree

When the apples are ripe

Means the end

Of somebody’s life

Ash when green

Is fuel for a Queen

The Michaelmas daisy

Among dead leaves

Blooms for St. Micheal’s

Valorous deeds

In dock, out nettle,

Don’t let the blood settle

Elder tree, Elder tree,

Crocked, wrong

Never straight

And never strong

Never bush

And never tree,

Since our Lord

Was nailed to thee

Under a thron,

Our saviour was born

If the sagebrush

Thrives and grows,

The master’s not master

-and he knows!

St. Agnes, that’s to lovers kind,

Come ease the trouble of my mind

Elm dogrieve, Oak do hate

Willow do walk;

If you travels late