Does anyone remember the singing ringing Tree

Does anyone know the origins of this wonderful poem I found on a site on Google, it would appear to be anonymous.

Also,does anyone remember the wonderful German TV programme called the Singing Ringing Tree. Featuring a spoilt princess, a bear and a antlered horse?


http://www.doubledialogues.com/in_stead/in_stead_iss03/Buchanan.html

The Singing Ringing Tree

I am the Singing Ringing Tree.
I have my roots in your bones.
I'm the seven swans, the lucky three,
the five for silver, six for gold.
I am the strings of harp and lyre,
I am the Phoenix, the song and the fire.
Teller of Tales, Lord of the Dance,
I'm the wizard you meet
in the forest by chance.
I hold the key
to the door of the cell
where the maiden sits
and to break the spell
you must answer the riddle
the Riddle-me-ree.
I am the Singing Ringing Tree
In your looking glass you will see
the Wicked Queen, the Youngest Son
and the Fool who must make his way
in the world.
I am the jester with bell and rattle,
the goblin, the dragon, the hero in battle.
I am the beauty asleep in the palace.
I am the witch with the poisoned chalice.
Paupers and princes,
beggars and kings,
the cheats and the liars,
the pullers of springs.
I have my roots in your bones.
Come. Sit.
Lean your back against my trunk.
Place your hands upon the ground.
Put your hands flat upon the ground.
Can you feel it?
The thrum of the rhythm,
the turn of the wheel, the spinning, the weaving
the false with the real.
The Hey Diddle Diddle,
the drum and the fiddle,
the sadness, the laughter
the whatever after,
the fable, the story,
the whole Jackanory!
I am the Singing Ringing Tree
I have my roots in your bones.