The title comes from James Clarence Mangan's  "King Cahal Mór Of The Wine-Red Hand" which phrase would be known to anyone of my generation experiencing an Irish childhood.

I walked entranced
Through a land of Morn:
The sun, with wondrous excess of light,
Shone down and glanced
Over seas of corn
And lustrous gardens aleft and right.
Even in the clime
Of resplendent Spain,
Beams no such sun upon such a land;
But it was the time,
‘T was in the reign,
Of Cahal Mór of the Wine-red Hand.

And the refrain comes back again and again but changing all the time...

"And it is the time,
These be the days,
Of Cahal Mór of the Wine-red Hand.”

“It is now the time
These be the years,
Of Cahal Mór of the Wine-red Hand.”

"That I dreamed this dream
Of the time and reign
Of Cahal Mór of the Wine-red Hand."

But my love of this refrain is far far ahead of me as I am only three and a tree is just another being and the world blooms into my mind.