"where the air was never extreme, which for rain had a little silver dew, which of itself and without labour, bore all pleasant fruits"
After a weary journey
Our faith revealed
The Shining Isle
Where the wounded king was healed
Land of the undying
Their ancient glittering eyes all seeing
All foes long gone
Fear and worry undone
Graceful,quiet, deep browed
Long fingered hands
Stars and jewels chiming in silvered hair
As they walk those quiet paths
Over the water suddenly calm
We saw that glow
A light shining from the highest tower
The bells tolling from far away
Then with regret
Which made our throats clench with swallowed tears
We turned our hulls away
Back to the shadowed mortal land
Where the armies of the night
Struggle in unending battle
Broken plains strewn with bodies
Where the grey faceless men hold weapons
Dark with power
We always knew
Deep Down
This is the place
Where we belong
Where we belong
Avalon
Sep 13, 2012
Sep 13, 2012 at 10:05 PM UTC
"where the air was never extreme, which for rain had a little silver dew, which of itself and without labour, bore all pleasant fruits"
After a weary journey
Our faith revealed
The Shining Isle
Where the wounded king was healed
Land of the undying
Their ancient glittering eyes all seeing
All foes long gone
Fear and worry undone
Graceful,quiet, deep browed
Long fingered hands
Stars and jewels chiming in silvered hair
As they walk those quiet paths
Over the water suddenly calm
We saw that glow
A light shining from the highest tower
The bells tolling from far away
Then with regret
Which made our throats clench with swallowed tears
We turned our hulls away
Back to the shadowed mortal land
Where the armies of the night
Struggle in unending battle
Broken plains strewn with bodies
Where the grey faceless men hold weapons
Dark with power
We always knew
Deep Down
This is the place
Where we belong
Where we belong
Avalon
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