With Me
Come with me to the wildwood,
the forest of Broceliande,
where the air smells of sandalwood
adrift on winds of Faerieland.
Dance with me ’round the standing stones
under starry skies, Midsummer’s Night,
feel the magick in these marrowed bones
moving here in misty twilight.
Walk with me along the ocean shore,
where the Ancestors walked long ago,
we’re There again like we were before
standing in a blue-green meadow.
Wait with me where it all began,
we’ll sing up the sun’s birth, an ancient song,
the tune we’ll sing is of Manannan
and the Ancestors will sing along.
