I can tell you many tales,
If you can but listen.
I can sing you many songs,
Oh, if you can but listen.

I can sing you of the deepest groves,
I can tell you of the greatest heights,
I press against the backs of men,
I bear eagles on their flights,
I carry the voices of the wolves,
As they howl to the moon at night,
I have rattled over armour stern,
As armies gathered on the plains to fight.

I can tell you all this and more,
Of secrets hidden within the earth,
Of hidden plains where men ne'er walked,
Of hills o'er treasures of great worth.

I have whispered to the trees,
I have sent the arrow high,
I have stirred the pools of blood,
I've stirred the banners with a sigh...
I'd tell you all this, if I could.

I can tell you many tales,
If you can but listen.
I can sing you many songs,
Oh, if you can but listen.