SOng for Oestra

I am Zakoor the druid
The bard all in red
Butterflies and trees
Are not all in my head
They fly from the high skies
And settle on me
Tears in my eyes folks
Are what you now see

Rollrights in Springtime
The moles in the ground
Foxes in the forest
BAdgers around
The Cotswold Order of Druids are here
Come take a swig of the mead now my dear

Rollrights are ancient
The lichens are too
Its about renewal
Clearly thats true
Day and night balanced
So Justice for all
We are all dear friends
Who answer the call

We come from all parts
And our circle we make
We welcome you all
And we shall never break
The ties we are bound by
The butterflies they
Came out of the bushes
And to me did say

We like your robe mister
ZAkoor we do
Can we stay with you
We would really, like too
Stories and songs are the
Ribbons of grace
So Lets all hold hands
With a smile on our face