Cloistered shadows on the edge of the West
And the fading ghosts of sunlight
linger upon the evening’s breast.
Radiant Night
Living Light
Sacred Stream
Ancient Dream
My Home.

By the Moon the vanished gods appear
What was far and forgotten turns and passes very near
West wind blows
Wild rose
Ocean breeze
Greenwood trees
My Home.

The track of the Moon on the water leads for ever on
The way of the Moon calls no sorrow for the time that’s gone
The path of the Moon brings her children home to Avalon.

Hallowed wild
Albion’s child
Mortal wars
Summer stars
My Home.

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