Wild Flowers Hunting

Wild flowers hunting
Catching sun bunnies in an oak grove
Lonely hawfinch tells a little story
And a quiet stream

Plant spirit medicine
Nicotine, which flows in my bloodstream
And it's time to dream and try
Homemade sweet blackberry wine

Tender leaves, poisoned roots
Silver knife, softwood
Windcaller, who know the truth
Clear mind, feral look

Moonlit river bathing
Running through a wet field in dense fog
June frogs sing their nocturnal song
And this moon illuminates the path

Storm calling incantation
It's sensation, which gives a real inspiration
And flocks of crows and barking dogs
Cry for mercy and hope

Tender leaves, poisoned roots
Silver knife, softwood
Windcaller, who know the truth
Clear mind

The hedge witch knows things that you don't know
Her connection with green nature is so strong
And the peasants don't know who protects their weak souls

Tender leaves, poisoned roots
Silver knife, softwood
Windcaller, who know the truth



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