Bregalad (Quickbeam) Mourns Trees,
Murdered by Orcs

O Orofarne, Lassemista, Carnimirie!
O rowan fair, upon your hair how white the blossom lay!
O rowan mine, I saw you shine upon a summer's day,
Your rind so bright, your leaves so light, your voice so cool and soft:
Upon your head how golden-red the crown you bore aloft!
O rowan dead, upon your head your hair is dry and grey;
Your crown is spilled, your voice is stilled for ever and a day.
O Orofarne, Lassemista, Carnimirie!

next song "Rowan trees or "mountain ashes" (sorbus aucuparia) have traditionally been associated with peace, sanctuary, privacy and beauty, and, for centuries, the rowan - also known as the tree of life - has been planted at the doors of houses in the Highlands to give protection against evil. To this day, as you travel around, you will see rowan trees growing beside long-deserted crofts, and they are often the most visible sign that a family once lived there. It is still traditional for rowan trees to be planted in the gardens of houses to ward off bad luck. " For more info visit Trees for Life.U.K.