Swan
Where do you come from
And alight upon bonny glen of light
I saw you dance upon the foam
On the waves of Beltaine's moonlight
On the Blessed Isles we'd roam
Neck of ivory, kiss of ebony
Grace of the Goddess, call the loudest
Song of the Swan, sing upon your pond
The towers of the ill you do not keep
For it is the Blessed Isles for which we weep...
Bold is the heart of the fairest of fair
And, as such, the proudest are theirs
One must look in the eye's of Adam's child
All is gone, all is in despair
Where man goes, the swan must be aware.
And alight upon bonny glen of light
I saw you dance upon the foam
On the waves of Beltaine's moonlight
On the Blessed Isles we'd roam
Neck of ivory, kiss of ebony
Grace of the Goddess, call the loudest
Song of the Swan, sing upon your pond
The towers of the ill you do not keep
For it is the Blessed Isles for which we weep...
Bold is the heart of the fairest of fair
And, as such, the proudest are theirs
One must look in the eye's of Adam's child
All is gone, all is in despair
Where man goes, the swan must be aware.