Enjoy. Song: Emotional Celtic Music - She who watches

She who watches us so wary.
She who watches the land.
She watches us dear Mary.
And she judges by the magic in our hand.   

She who watches us with her gaze.
With her antlers and horns.
And a determined and weary look in her eyes ablaze.
And she watches us in the trees and bushes full of thorns.  

She watches over the trees.
In the rise in heat.
And when it drops a couple degrees.
She who watches us never gazes at you, just our every win and defeat.  

She who watches our every tree.
Dark and wary.
Prey and predator to be free.
She who watches us Mary. 

She who watches with her mind and not her lies.
She who watches with her empty and knowing gaze.
She watches the nature and the forest skies.
She watches with her eyes ablaze.  

She who watches.
The guardian of our trees and bushes.
She swatches.
Swatches our magick for any evil purpose and pushes. 

Pushes away the evil and pull.
Pulls the good in our heart.
Her eyes wary and dull.
As she shall once again start. 

She looks through her mind not the lies.
The lies in her heart.
She who watches our forest's skies.
And she who watches us do our part.  

She gazes through the birch tree.
Fear and judgement in her gaze.
Prey and predator trying to be free.
And then be set ablaze.  

With her judging gazes.
Antlers, green eyes, olive skin, and brown hair.
She is the one to help us when our evil blazes.
And hurt the forest so fair.