Sol Invictus - SONG OF THE FLOWER Lyrics

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 somebodyà  à  à  à  à  à  à  à Â's life

Ash when green
Is fuel for a Queen

The Michaelmas daisy
Among dead leaves
Blooms for St. Michealà  à  à  à  à  à  à  à Â's
Valorous deeds

In dock, out nettle,
Donà  à  à  à  à  à  à  à Â'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 masterà  à  à  à  à  à  à  à Â's not master
-and he knows!

St. Agnes, thatà  à  à  à  à  à  à  à Â's to lovers kind,
Come ease the trouble of my mind

Elm dogrieve, Oak do hate
Willow do walk; If you travels late