A Song passed on by Cirrion of the Mages guild, an Elf of the Loresti.

At Tarrenaith's heart, in the Hall of the Lords,
Stands a White Tree eight thousand years old.
And the Spellweavers swear, by the grey of their hair,
That it knows what the future will hold.

Now Morias Crumbles around you,
‘Neath the hunting of demon torn skies.
All the Hopes and the fears of eight thousand more years,
As you keepers around you have cried.

My Bony White Tree, tell me what did you see,
My Bony White Tree, tell me what did you see.

You grew in the sight of Lord Rulliens light,
As the gifts of great power he forged.
Your roots were set deep and you swayed in your steep,
As Everon's hunger was gorged.

An Elven Lord cried out in fury,
And we learned of Lotherials might.
You wept bloody tears in the turbulent years,
As we drove our kin down from the light.

My Bony White Tree, tell me what did you see,
My Bony White Tree, tell me what did you see.

Did you gaze through the haze on the long summer days,
To the south and the Nosta Kar border.
With spell and with shield on Siennal's cold field,
Did they march from your side to the slaughter.

Did you ask them the price of their glory,
As you harkened their footsteps of doom.
All the dust from their bones will rise up from the stones,
And bring tears to the eyes of the moon.

My Bonny White Tree, tell me what did you see,
My Bonny White Tree, tell me what did you see.

Not once did you speak for the lost and the weak,
As the Golden Voice lay in your shade.
His mind was all thunder, his heart was asunder,
As he abandoned the gold for the green.

For you saw the smiles of the Gazers,
And the laughter of Otherias gains.
As he herded the poor over mountain and moor,
And put his own people in chains.

My Bony White Tree, tell me what did you see,
My Bony White Tree, tell me what did you see.

Lord Illianor called the council to war,
But the lords of the land were divided.
They called out for peace and for Shaolin's release,
As the hidden court rumbled around you.

And did you not shout our a warning,
Of ruin and fire and pain.
As Elbreath in his wrath,
Took the forbidden path,
Wreaking vengeance on man in your name.

My Bonny White Tree, tell me what did you see,
My Bonny White Tree, tell me what did you see.

And there as I stood and laid hands to your wood,
I thought it might be fondness to fell you.
One kiss of the axe and you're free from the racks,
And the sad bloody songs that we sang you.

But a skylark flew up from your branches,
And sang out as never before.
The song that it sang, eight thousand years long,
To learn it eight thousand years more.

My Bonny White Tree, tell me what do you see,
My Bonny White Tree, tell me what do you see