Listen now to the voice of the wood I have heard And yes, I've understood Read the word In the braille of the bark Touch is the language of the dark See through the eye of the tree The love-knotted oak reveals the Three And when she speaks in a primitive tongue And when we sing we sing as one Come, oh come New Jerusalem Born in the heavy-hearted one My heart is heavy Wrought iron and oak My hands are branches Broken by the weight of the word that You spoke I've waited all night For your darkfiretongue For your words For Aurora to come Speak to me in a primitive tongue I do not understand this new tongue I do not understand All I've seen and all I've done All I've been and all I've become One as three and three As one