The Rose of Avalon

O'er glade and meadow sing a song

Of loves we lost; of lands far gone.

When the blue of sky is gone,

I'll hand you the rose of Avalon.

O Come with me across the sea

To the land of Tir-na-nog,

Where maidens play all the day

In mirth and lively song.

A priestess chants with morning bells

In a tongue from sunken shipwreck spells.

Truth and proof walk in night's shade,

As light and sight hide far away.

Pull away from this tired shore,

And cast a net in the sky.

Tell me where your hopes do float,

And that is where we'll fly.

O'er glade and meadow sing a song

Of loves we lost; of lands far gone.

When the blue of sky is gone,

I'll hand you the rose of Avalon.

O Come with me across the sea

To the land of Tir-na-nog,

Where maidens play all the day

In mirth and lively song.