I think of it now as a dream I had long ago

In a far away land of lost time

In the forests of evening where the archers bend their bows

And you would bring them, bread and wine

Down the ligneous years the invaders have taken this land..

And bent you to their will

And the murmurous whispers of ancients they had

But the magic lingers around you still

Who will keep track of our own time

And keep a watch along the boarder line

And who will hear legends passed in song and rhyme

Upon the flute of Merlin’s time