Bardic Voices from Incantation by Sharon Knight

Bardic voices ages old
Sing of tales years untold
Awakened long ago they were
In ancient groves of oak and fir

They sang of hollow weeping lands
Of verdant forests turned to sands
Of children crying, starving, sad
Of empty souls gone raving mad

Untie your ribbons from the binding tree
And chant the spell that sets you free

In truth the prophecy did speak
The wicked prey upon the weak
We’ve turned our backs upon the land
Our brothers’ blood upon our hands

And not but one small seedling flame
To guide us through our grief and shame
To hold the hope inside our hearts
The whisper wish that faith imparts

Untie your ribbons from the binding tree
And chant the spell that sets you free

The pleas of bleeding mother earth
Imploring us to seek rebirth
Have gone unheard these thousand years
Mankind devoured by his fears

The sleeping soldiers we’ve become
Have lost the song of dreams to come
And battle-weary earth resigned
Closed her eyes, some rest to find

Untie your ribbons from the binding tree
And chant the spell that sets you free

How pale then this hollow song
That stretches out through right or wrong
To stir the dying ember fire
To light the spark of our desire

Do you hear the voices have begun
To sing a song as yet unsung
To wake the heroes from their trance
To bring to life the dervish dance

Untie your ribbons from the binding tree
And chant the spell that sets you free

Let’s learn to fight without our guns
Fight for the love of what earth becomes
Join our hands as one world race
Defiantly our truth to face

And when we’ve learned our fate is choice
We’ll have much reason to rejoice
Our sovereign wills will take a stand
Restoring balance to the land

Untie your ribbons from the binding tree
And chant the spell that sets you free

Untie your ribbons from the binding tree
And chant the spell that sets you free

• Celtic
• Folk
• acoustic
• folk rock
• pagan
• rock
• Oakland