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