The little wild rowan tree (sorbus aucuparia) in my front garden is looking great at this time of year, although half the berries are gone already thanks to hungry blackbirds. I planted it there about ten years ago, and it’s taken its time to grow upwards in the shadow of a great big sycamore, but in the last two years it has managed to get itself firmly established and is turning into a mature specimen tree. I was told that its not uncommon for people in Scotland to plant rowan trees in front of houses, partly from sentimental attachment to the wild Scottish countryside, and also to help keep the witches away. I didn’t know anything about that at the time, but it does seem to have worked.
Rowan Tree Song So I wrote my song about the rowan tree, whilst I was in Scotland as it happens, and then worked on the music and finishing off back home. Motivated by the approach of Halloween, which tends to get celebrated at Havering Folk Club, I’ve tried it out twice now, once at the regular Tuesday Evening 7.00pm webcast and once at the folk club last night, where it was encouragingly well received. There’s no video from the session last night, but the early prototype from the webcast is embedded below, followed by some form of the lyrics. Sometimes called the mountain ash, this is a native rowan tree, not a cultivar, and the berries glow a light red colour in the autumn sunlight, making for welcome food for blackbirds and thrushes, although they always leave the more difficult bunches at the end of delicate branches until last, due to the danger of falling off.
Lyrics of The Rowan Tree
Lyrics to “The Rowan Tree”, a folk song by Andy Roberts Come hear my story, it’s a tale of four witches but I could have added three more And heed my advice if you’re troubled by witches Just plant a Rowan tree outside your front door And the branches sway in the faintest of breezes the berries are red bright and fair. And I’ve not had much trouble with those witchee witches Not since I planted my Rowan tree there Well the Witch of the West was cunning and sly She had me always on the run And I never knew which way her nose was pointing Not until after she’d been there and gone. And the branch tips dance…. planted my Rowan tree there The Witch of the East was just counting the years and somehow that three became five. Then her time was up and she vanished away Now nobody knows if she’s dead or alive. And the branches sway…. planted my Rowan tree there The Witch of the South was trouble from the start Her fancy was playing with fire The anger rose up as the coals glowed white and the smoke billowed higher and higher And the branches sway…. planted my Rowan tree there The Witch of the North is not like the rest She uses her powers for good As the Rowan tree watches and nods in approval and keeps us both safe from the dark witchee wood And the branches sway…. planted my Rowan tree there So that was my story the tale of four witches I could have mentioned three more Now heed my advice if you’re troubled by witches Just plant a rowan tree outside your front door And the branch tips dance in the faintest of breezes The berries are red, bright and fair. I’ve not had much trouble with those witchee witches Not since I planted my rowan tree there.
Rowan Tree Berries
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