Danielle Murray

Traditional melody by the Folk Orchestra of Benslow Hills.

No sheep here. Move along now.

A dance celebrating the emergence of new life at the start of Spring. Low D whistle and frame drum.

Lyrics The light fills up the bowl of the land The valley cannot hold it and the light is spilled Running down like gold Running down like rain Into the earth Gold you cannot see Gold you cannot touch Greenwood magic of the holy grove Magic of the nerves Magic of the heart Light of the land If we follow our longing into the land We will sink down and find the gold light If we stand in the woods then we will know That we are the wood. We are the wood. We are the wood. We are the wood. Flashing rabbit tail Running of a deer Crows make ready for the night to come Barking of the fox Badger's silent tread The world has never been so near Blackbird in the hedge Kestrel overhead Squirrel chatter and the red kite's call Feel it in your blood Feel it in your bones We are the wood. Never ending change Never ending green No two acorns are the same Roots below your feet Leaves above your head The green gold light is all around We are the wood (RPT)