Only in the hemlock grove
may her true name be known
she who speaks the tongue
of beast and bone

she sets her feet upon the ground
shooting roots down
into mycelium
and their histories of what will become
the mysteries of what the earth contains
are pumping now into her veins

only in the hemlock grove
may her true name be known
she who speaks the tongue
of beast and bone

and there arises a single note
sang out as blessing to the grove
it dances at the bridge of her throat
connecting above with below

only in the hemlock grove
may her true name be known
she who speaks the tongue
of beast and bone