Hy-Brasil

My great grandmother was a magic weaver

Came across the water and caught the fever

Wondered if her mother could hear her when she

Sang the words she learned to say

In the blue camhanaich all shimmering still

Dame Calluna, low Lady of the Hills

Cup of cold sun and a winterpill

Send me back on my way

Seven black rabbits of Hy-Brasil

Twenty-one petals of daffodils

Thirteenth note of the blackcap trill

I'll fly home today

Down in the cradle oh I would hear her

As I breathed my soul believed

If I sang those words I could leave there

Leave my sorrow and pain

In the blue camhanaich all shimmering still

Dame Calluna, low Lady of the Hills

Cup of cold sun and a winterpill

Send me back on my way

Seven black rabbits of Hy-Brasil

Twenty-one petals of daffodils

Thirteenth note of the blackcap trill

I'll fly home today

Though my brittle body was caught in his snare

My soul would learn how to travel where

The eyes of the rabbits were gleaming there

On the isle of Hy-Brasil

Seven years we drown, seven years we rise

Said the black rabbit with the ancient eyes

You'll be free, oh lura lae

He cannot match your will

In the blue camhanaich all shimmering still

Dame Calluna, low Lady of the Hills

Cup of cold sun and a winterpill

Send me back on my way

Seven black rabbits of Hy-Brasil

Twenty-one petals of daffodils

Thirteenth note of the blackcap trill

I'll fly home today

Though I drowned for ten years, I'm still rising

Stronger for my pain and suffering

My body was broken but my heart's reborn

I'm freer than the sky

In the blue camhanaich all shimmering still

Dame Calluna, low Lady of the Hills

Cup of cold sun and a winterpill

Send me back on my way

Seven black rabbits of Hy-Brasil

Twenty-one petals of daffodils

Thirteenth note of the blackcap trill

I'll fly home today