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Oh rowan tree, oh rowan tree
Thou'lt aya be dear to thee
Entwined thou art wi' many ties
O'hame and infancy
Thy leaves were aye the first of spring

The Rowan Tree

Craig Herbertson

A Health to the Ladies

2008

Oh rowan tree, oh rowan tree
Thou'lt aya be dear to thee
Entwined thou art wi' many ties
O'hame and infancy
Thy leaves were aye the first

Home Boys Home

Blarney Lads

Seven Drunken Nights

2000

and the ash and the bonny rowan tree
Are all a-growing green in the old country

Well I asked her for a candle for to light me up to bed
And likewise for

and the Ash, and the bonny Rowan tree,
Are all growing greener in the old country.

Well I asked her for a candle for to light me way to bed,
And likewise fora

no more
when I die will you bury me
beneath a rowan tree
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I love thy frosty morn
where the hunter winds his born
and thy heathered moors
and glens

My rowan tree
Blossoms every year
And from its flowers comes the treat
That grows to fill my need
My need to be alive and to make a name
That can

Horse and hattock
Horse and go
Horse and Pelatis ho ho ho
Horse and hattock
Horse and go
ho ho ho
Black luggie, lammer bead
Rowan tree and red thread

screaming out his name
Attacking all again

The shade of the Rowan tree was his way back
The branches of the old and sacred did protect
Only door that made

Once the oak and the ash
And the Rowan tree
Grew to be green
In this fine country
Now they're a sight
That you rarely see
The oak and the ash

Meet me 'neath the Hawthorn tree
So I may sing to thee
I'll fasten golden chain
Around your neck
Like weeping cherry
Meet me 'neath the Rowan tree
So

And dream that ye'll see it again

Oh there's a place far away cross the sea
Just a wee scrape o land by an old rowan tree
In the hills of the old country

Home Boys Home

The Dubliners

Best of Irish Folk, Vol. 3 [Passport]

1996

Where the oak and the ash and the bonny rowan tree 
Are all a-growin' green in the old country 

Well I asked for a candle for to light me up to bed

Sails of Silver

Steeleye Span

Sails of Silver

1980

a garden, how can it be?
I'm staring seaward but what does she see?
A mast of the tall rowan tree, ropes of fine silk,
Decks holystoned shining whiter than

Lap of Luxury

Nazareth

No Jive

1992

(dunfermline)
Copyright 1992 nazareth (dunfermline) ltd.




The rowan tree(traditional-instrumental)
Bob ¡®n' weave music (dunfermline)
Copyright 1992 nazareth

She led me to an old rowan tree 
Overgrown covered ground 
Underneath I could see quite clearly  
The outline of long disturbed ground 
 
A breeze swept

Faeries (Living at the Bottom of the Garden)

Renaissance

Camera Camera

1981

What lies beneath the Rowan tree
Magic dust that I may breathe
Starlit night, the mist entwines my fear
A faerie ring untouched by time
Secrets

And the Rowan is the sheltering tree
The willow is the weeping tree
And the Oak is waiting
The fire burns and it makes this home
Built around these seasoned bones

breathe... I am incomplete

Betwixt Panaceæ and Pantrauma hang me from the Rowan tree
In sacred heart Hecate-Selene 

In naked splendor she gives balance

beneath the Rowan Tree
My husk it lies betwixt the roots
Seems my shadow's taken me
Now the demons constitute
Lost my being to dejection
Now I reckon with

a sacred rowan tree

And you'd bring down the moon if it'd cure me of pain
Because you never want to see the whole cycle again
I know it's not easy with

can see
The rolling hills, the wild and free
And a thing out of time is born in me
I am old, yes, it's true
The holy oak, the rowan tree
The sap;

No boy could wed his girl
But here's the only stream in Ulster
Mussels yield up pearls
Where the oak and the birch and the rowan tree
Shelter

sang Here We Go Round The Rowan Tree
 
And am I born to die?
To lay this body down?
And must my trembling spirit fly
Into a world unknown?
 
First there

and through the woods,
but now I cannae see my love
Is it her that I hear amang the purple buds 
o’ that auld Rowan tree?

And my love sings just like a lintie,