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Oh, The Dryads (Demo)
by Lysander Keprta
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I hear the dryads in the trees
Humming in the endless forested glens
The joyous spoor hovers in the air
Chiming mirthsome notes, everywhere
Oh, at the tassels and branches do I stare
Caressing heaven a-midst the ambrosial air
Oh the dryads, oh the dryads, the spirit of the trees
Oh the lush leaves, the delicious scents, and immortal beauties
Let airy ichor trickle herein forevermore
Let the rich nectar endure herein, we implore
Oh, the zephyrs, oh the zephyrs, the messengers of the blue air
Happy dryads, happy dryads, the tree is your lair
Amidst a forest of sleek towers, nibbling at the sky
Stretching broad arms to the Maker on high
Oh the dryads, oh the dryads, the mistresses of the trees
Our sanctuary, our re-treat, the bosom of the green
Mother nature! Mother Nature! Our splendid stewardess
How could we live without you, your reign is so blessed
From the roots in the soil to the lofty bird
May the Aeolian song have the final word
I hear the dryads in the trees
Humming in the endless forested glens
The joyous spoor hovers in the air
Chiming mirthsome notes, everywhere
Oh, at the tassels and branches do I stare
Caressing heaven a-midst the ambrosial air
Oh the dryads, oh the dryads, the spirit of the trees
Oh the lush leaves, the delicious scents, and immortal beauties
Let airy ichor trickle herein forevermore
Let the rich nectar endure herein, we implore
Oh, the zephyrs, oh the zephyrs, the messengers of the blue air
Happy dryads, happy dryads, the tree is your lair
Amidst a forest of sleek towers, nibbling at the sky
Stretching broad arms to the Maker on high
Oh the dryads, oh the dryads, the mistresses of the trees
Our sanctuary, our re-treat, the bosom of the green
Mother nature! Mother Nature! Our splendid stewardess
How could we live without you, your reign is so blessed
From the roots in the soil to the lofty bird
May the Aeolian song have the final word
