Dreamers of a mystic dream
We see a world that can't be seen
Fairies, Elves and Pagan Lore
We're lured to a misty moor

We fly away to the midst of Mebh
When Brighid's crown adorns our heads
Moist as the morning dew of Bel
A land where ancient mysteries dwell

Here Wood-Nymphs dance unseen
Flowers thrive near eternal springs
Bright rainbows point to pots of gold
As the twilight of our love unfolds...