Tea and Tree, Song and Bee
Let thy mercy come to thee
Heathen thoughts pure and true
Let this be spake anew
Unto the East, cold winds rise
Unto the West, a rivers demise
Up on the ridge of life and death
Take up heart and hold your breath
For the North comes the Mountains birth
And of the South is Fire's mirth
That echos endless across the land
And seas and forests and deserts sand
Take me away to my Spirits home
Let the Dreamer unfold the truth in Oghm
There in peace one more shall lie
The peaceful Spirit's last goodbye