Avalon

My love is gone to Avalon
The winter here´s too cold
As vanquished kings from fields afar
Did in their days of old
And as she moves through shimmring climes
And wields the ancient stones
I stand here on my hill alone
 
I did as much as I could do
To bind my love to stay
From Lothia to Tintagel is a long and weiry way
No warlock Celt am I to bind
Her fancy to my own
I stand here on my hill alone
 
My city stands full in my gaze
A proud and empty shell
Her only chapel mocks the view
Above a barren well
An icy breeze from Greenlands wastes
Denies the futile sun
I stand here on my hill alone
 
Perhaps I´ll go to Westmoreland
Where the hills are not so high
I´ll make my way to Anglia
Where the Lowland pastures lie
Dead Arkentown´s no place of rest
To one who saw it shine
I stand here on my hill alone
 
My love is gone to Avalon
The winter here´s too cold
As vanquished kings from fields afar
Did in their days of old
And as she moves through shimmring climes
And wields the ancient stones
I stand here on my hill alone