And so we made our way to Dyfed. With us travelled the 5 other survivors of the war. As we rode, and when we made camp, the young Bard Taliesin sang the songs of the land, of hill, of valley, of lake and mountain stream. He told the tales of the Old People, the songs of standing stone and sacred mound, and the time passed as sure as night follows day.
Verse 1
There was a time I was sure,
I might see my home nevermore,
The blood and the tears of the war,
Would last forever.
Our King gazes over the sea,
Two blessed ravens fly high and fly free,
And I pray that I’ll always be,
Here forever.
Bridge
Where high water falls into valleys below,
And Merlin’s great mountains are painted with snow.
The circles of stones whisper stories of long ago.
Chorus
For if ever I may roam,
From the Stones and Bones of Albion,
The land and sea my home,
My heart will always remain.
How I need to hear the songs,
From the Stones and Bones of Albion,
This is where my soul belongs,
The Shining Brow singing from every tree,
The birds, the beasts,
Sing the Stones and Bones of Albion.
Verse 2
Hear as Song of the Wind,
Joins with the voice of the Bard as he sings,
Of magic and cauldrons and Kings,
Forever,
Sing of the Wisdom of trees,
How the Druids told all of their Lore to the bees,
Reflected in all that he sees,
Forever.
Bridge
As the high water falls into valleys below,
And Merlin’s great mountains are painted with snow.
The circles of stones whisper stories of long ago.
Chorus
Verse 3
What are these visions I see,
Of oak, of broom, of meadowsweet,
Of eyes that yearn to be free,
Forever,
Two dragons take to the wing,
A sword is drawn from a stone he sings,
A boy born to be King,
Forever.