Veshengro Lyrics - Incredible String Band

Moon of the berries is waning to clay 

Bavol the wind leap on the whale's way 

Sing for Veshengro, oak ash and may 

I will not flash the day glance on the strong 

king's shield 

Nor yet the moon glance on the frightened man 

Bring her sweet peace ere she rests on the 

breast of God 

With the nutrnegs and oak-apples of her rosary 

That counts the praying sand 

Who cradles earth and water in the hollow of her hand 

I was a wasp on a nettled hill 

Ten thousand brothers in a nest of fungus paper 

And every sopping apple held its cider sweet for my thin tongue 

I was a swineherd at the court of Fionn 

I wore the coat of patches with Jalal beneath the stars 

Sang at the black court of Ain 

I baked sweet pastries for the Quenn of Spain 

I hid my alchemy beneath the stone of lies 

Burned at the post my boiling brain 

Made craters of my eyes 

The mystery of history it is not revealed 

We hear not clear but only with hope and fear 

And the pomp of crime, and the pride of the time 

I was a monk repelled by a woman's smell 

I sailed in Darwin's ship, a mouse that gnawed the grain 

Trapped by the cook on one dark day 

I have spoken with the Thames in much sweeter times 

And with the Medway where she rolls her waves 

The snake-weed is hissing the wind of the morn 

The mountains are mouthing where Albion is born 

The light rays are gathering where Horus is shown 

Sing for Veshengro. oak ash and thorn.