Of the hollow hills are my dreams Of lacy mists and bird song rills not halls of cold steel beams.
Fields run wild with riotous flowers to be nature's child among living oaken towers
To be of Elfin heart in tame'n corrupting times is not so very smart feel greed's foulest crimes.
My lady is corseted in barbed wire laced and debted in chain link fire
Blessed are those who hear the trees sing who know the wind as it blows who stand in her fairy ring. Blessed be Blessed be