Northern Spicebush Song

Spicebush of the golden sun Rising up from this land we’re on (x2) Bees come through the rhythms in the wind Collecting her nectar, the pollen Honey, spicy and sweet Rising up through the Earth, our feet Spicebush in the golden sun, rising up from this Earth we’re on (x2) Remember the stories she keeps, holding wisdom for those who care Remember the stories she keeps, she has the medicine to those who feel weak Spicebush, Spicebush, Spicebush