Majestic and tall
Soothes my worries away
They are mutable and fluid
Each one and all
Duir - the oak of the druids
There is a place I go
Where the oak trees grow
Green, silver and brown
Standing in a long row
Duir - the oak of the druids
The cars lose their whine
As I start to unwind
Standing on soft ground
With the Duir all around
Duir - the oak of the druids
Wisdom and peace
My headache is released
Thank you dear trees
For putting me at my ease
