Roots Of Oak Lyrics - Donovan Leitch

Driving across the highlands 

Of Scotland in our land rover 

Shadow of cloud falls 

And with it a chill 

High o'er heather 

Hawk hover the hill 

Just begun is my journey 

And Danu's my name 

I am the juggler of fortune and fame 

Let me not hear facts figures and logic 

Fain would I hear lore legends and magic (x 4) 

Feathers of raven 

Slithers of coal 

Armour of silver 

In the mackerel shoal 

Sun in the west 

T'is ruby blood red 

Travelers a-weary 

Do make their bed