> There is a tree that's known as the old yew tree,
> Where the north winds blow free
> Away up north in the lands above Tel'ruid
> Bringing up on breezes renewed

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> Where suns sends it warming rays,
> Delicate dust dances in ballets.
> Dancing to a sudden whims.
> Through it's leafless limbs

> And as I sit beneath the old Yew tree
> I often wonder to myself and try to see
> What the Yew has seen through the years
> All the laughter, joys and tears.

> Did it hear children's joyful laughter?
> In games they chased after
> Revealing in their young innocence
> Living and enjoy life in it's immense

> Was this once a meeting place?
> Where lovers did met in love's embrace
> To wile away the day's or night's time
> In each other's arms sweet sublime.

> Was it once a great battle sight?
> With a gathering of far away knights
> All believing in their cause justice true
> Fought among the grass's dew.

> Aye, The old Yew tree has seen much
> Of joy, laughter, tears and as such
> As it does see through yonder years
> All of life's different spheres