Green Lung - The Ritual Tree

In time you will see What’s behind the leaves Carved in bark, the devil’s mark Follow me to the Ritual Tree If you come down to old Hagley Wood Who knows what you might find? See the black candles lighting the way Through the branches entwined In time you will see What’s behind the leaves Carved in bark, the devil’s mark Follow me to the Ritual Tree Past the dark rows of oak, ash and thorn To the twisted Wych elm With its trunk hollowed out and deformed Like some gateway to Hell In time you will see What’s behind the leaves Carved in bark, the devil’s mark Follow me to the Ritual Tree She is waiting here beneath the boughs Do you dare look inside? Hand of Glory is pointing at you And there’s nowhere to hide In time you will see What’s behind the leaves Carved in bark, the devil’s mark Follow me to the Ritual Tree Who put Bella in the Wych elm? I’ll never tell