A Whisper on the Breeze by Paul Gill (c)
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A whisper on the breeze,
A sigh among the trees,
An ancient legend rises from his slumber.
New life born of old,
The horns of Herne unfold,
The Hunter is abroad again.
Running with the deer
The Hunter’s horn we hear,
The stillness of the valley is broken.
The guardian of the forest has awoken.
Protector of the trees,
A face among the leaves,
The hooded man shall draw his bow once more.
Clothed all in green,
He stalks the woods unseen,
But he appears to lead our dance each springtime.
Sap flows through his veins,
His heart of oak is made.
In autumn with the dying leaves he falls,
But come the springtime he will rise up tall.
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Have you heard the sounding of your name upon the breeze?
Have you heard him calling for his people are in need?,
The forests they are falling, will you heed their call?
The forests they are calling, for they need us…
else they fall.
A mighty oak has grown
Where an acorn he once sowed,
Through centuries of storms it has stood firm.
Witness to an age,
A wise but silent sage,
reaching for the sun that gives it life.
But beauty so long held
Is in an instant felled,
The splintering of ancient limbs resounds
And the crown of emerald green comes crashing down.
{chorus: }
Have you heard the sounding of your name upon the breeze?
Have you heard him calling for his people are in need?,
The forests they are falling, will you heed their call?
The forests they are calling, for they need us…
else they fall.
{chorus: }
Have you heard the sounding of your name upon the breeze?
Have you heard him calling for his people are in need?,
The forests they are falling, will you heed their call?
The forests they are calling, for they need us…
They need us one and all.
else they fall.
else they fall.
A whisper on the breeze,
A sigh among the Trees,
The people are rising from their slumber.

Copyright 1994 Paul Gill