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Moelbryn is the ancient celtic name for the Malvern Hills, a dramatic ridge of volcanic rock that spans the counties of Gloucestershire, Herefordshire and Worcestershire and dominates the surrounding countryside. Towards the south of the Malverns lies the Eastnor Vale, a picturesque valley amongst the woods and ridges of which lies the village of Eastnor.

This weblog focuses on the stories, folklore and history of the area - the hills, buildings, woods and ruins, tales of faerie folk, witches, druids and giants.

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Wednesday, September 14, 2005

The Spirit of the Oak

The Oak grew over a hollow
A hollow of rock and root
And there beneath its shady bows
N'er a cruel path was trod
N'er a cruel path was trod
N'er a cruel path was trod
And there beneath its shady bows
They gave praise to the new Sun God.

In the winters darkness
When all life seems to pass
By the light of the flames they keep for warmth
The Spirits seem to dance
The Spirits seem to dance
By the light of the flames they keep for warmth
The Spirits seem to dance

As sure as spring will follow
The Oak will live again
And there they bring their gifts to hang
From the branches knarled and strong
The branches knarled and strong
The branches knarled and strong
And there they bring their gifts to hang
And join together in song

Of Earth and wood and stone
And all things of the land
By the light of the flames they keep for warmth
The Spirits seem to dance
The Spirits seem to dance
By the light of the flames they keep for warmth
The Spirits seem to dance

(Writtain by the Author 'The Glynch Bull'. Lyrics to a modern folk song concerning The Magic Oak)
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