Let the creatures whisper, dawn no longer black
Pushing through the green, lost in thought for love
Let the fields call out, dawn no longer black
Valiant and true are the sons
But brighter the daughters of Albion
Let the rushing waters bright and gold be glad
Swallowed by the mountains, struck by a favored hand
Everything goes on as it was, like it's always been
Into my eyes, does it run?
So bright are the daughters of Albion
Grieving now has no measure (getting off the dust)
Soul's not taken engraved or buried in the sand
Pleasure swings back and forth, love is constant
I am lost, I am lost golden birds of prey
So what if I am-
So what if I am-
So what if I am-
So what if I am-
