Song: Into the Garden.

[cadhla]

I will not be a cloistered rose,
I will not wear the hood.
I will not don a harlot's clothes
And walk into the wood.

I will not eat the rampion,
I have other tales to write,
And I do not need a champion --
I'll go into the garden at midnight
To seek my fortune...

I will not learn to spin the straw
Into the finest gold.
I will not be the latest flaw
In all the tales you've told.

I will not chase the golden ball;
I have other ways to fight.
And I'm planning to get past the wall --
I'll go into the garden at midnight
To seek my fortune...

Keep your spindles and your slippers
        And your crystal coffin bridal bowers.
        Keep your kingdoms and your curses,
        Keep your castles, keep your towers.
        Keep yourselves in stasis; I'm not waiting for my flight.
        I'm going for my fortune, in the garden, at midnight.

I will not trade my firstborn child,
I will not play this game.
I will be something strange and wild,
I am not yours to tame.

I will not buy your pretty lies;
Find another's dreams to blight.
And I'm offering my last good-byes --
I'll go into the garden at midnight
To seek my fortune...