I was surprised to see that I haven’t shared this song on here before, because this is seriously one of my favourite instrumental/wordless pieces by Enya. It comes from her album with the same title, and it’s very special to me because there is something so very bittersweet about this whole album that I love. The title of both this song and the album comes, as nearly always, from Enya’s lyricist – Roma Ryan – who was inspired by the druidic tradition of placing great importance on trees in their religion and culture. The Celts considered trees – oaks in particular but all trees really – to be sacred and have each their own powers, even the word druid is supposed to come from the Celtic word for oaktree (druids, in case you don’t know, were very basically like Celtic priests). Enya says this title isn’t meant to be any kind of an ecological statement and it’s up to a listener to imagine whatever comes up in the mind upon seeing the title. As for me, the title The Memory of Trees makes me think of all sorts of memories that trees hold, that they could tell us about if they could, all sorts of things they have witnessed over the years. It sounds fascinating. Does this title make you think of anything in particular? How about this piece?