The Wheel by Ansund

The Wheel

Spring

This land is mine I swear, this country is my home

My kinsmen stand beside me, I know I'm not alone

In meadows flowers open, to greet life giving sun

With joy the children rush outdoors, and through the fields they run

Chorus

My brothers they will never give up their own sacred ground

Our women they will never feel any less than proud

Summer

Whispers from the woodland, sweet scent of summer air

Birds soar over barley fields, and sing without a care

Hazy days, the busker plays, on cobbled village street

Children head down to the fair, not caring who they meet

Chorus

Our children have strength in their souls, their flame keeps burning bright

Heroes' blood flows through their veins, and teaches what is right

Autumn

Green man takes his time to rest, as workers harvest corn

Shadows lengthen over land, and chillier the dawn

As Mother Nature's wheel turns, we know she lives and dies

So we can reach and touch the stars, under our Northern skies

Chorus

We revere Nature, we hail every dawn

There's nothing that can frighten us, when we stand as one

Winter

Countryside all masked in white, the landlord brews his ale

Draw a chair close to the fire, and listen to a tale

A Winter Solstice with no dawn, an England with no light

All memories of past forgot, just everlasting light

Chorus

This tale of self destruction, comes from foreign tongue

And twisted minded traitors, in England are hung

The Wheel

So listen to the folk-song, and never ever kneel

And keep your soul in touch with Nature's ever turning Wheel

We can live forever with our arms raised to the sun

With steely eyed determination, we've already won

So where did I find that excellent video and folk song? Well regular readers of the famous Strider column published on UKTabloid will know already. If you are not a regular reader of his column you should be, the guy is magic. But if you're a new reader, then you are in for a real treat. There are 21 back issues for you to catch up on. Strider is also carried on the The Green Arrow Forum.

Whilst here, let us give a big well done to a regular writer who cross posts on the Home of The Green Arrow as well as on her own site. Sarah: Maid of Albion. Her article made the front page of UKTabloid. Well done Sarah. Proud of you.

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