Version B:
I gamble with my pound of hope,
Without it I surely couldn't cope.
Nothing is written; before it is said,
Will I ever own my own bed?
Will I ever own my head?
You say I should work till dead,
Work all day; without daily bread.
Never can I toil the soil here,
With this leash around my neck,
With a leash; what the heck!
I'd plant the fields; rebirth this land,
Earth, Sea, Sky; my true band!
Now you must lend me your hand,
So we may defy the sands!
Give me back my holly land!!!
So hold me high; I honor Eye,
You see all that passes by.
My heart a gift of divine prophecy,
High hill home; Merlin am I!!!
Happy hill known; Merlin will fly!!!
Version A:
I gamble with my pound oh hope,
Without it I surely couldn't cope.
Nothing is written; before it is said,
Will I ever own my own bed?
Will I ever own my head?
You say I should work till dead,
Work all day; without daily bread.
Never can I toil the soil here,
With this leash around my neck,
With a leash; what the heck!
I'd plant the fields; rebirth this land,
Earth, Sea, Sky; my true band!
Now you must lend me your hand,
So we may defy the sands!
Give me back my holly land!!!
So hold me high; I honor Eye,
You see all that passes by.
My heart a gift of divine prophecy,
High hill home; Merlin am I!!!
Happy hill known; Merlin will fly!!!
Inspired by Damh The Bards song, "The Spirit of Albion!
"An isle so fair, a isle so green,
Known by many names.
Feel the pulse, the pulse of the land,
The blood boils within your veins.
Someone go down to the Holy Well
and raise the Spirits there!
Lay a feather on a stone,
with a flame, and a lock of hair.
(Chorus)
The Crane, the wolf,
the bear and the boar,
No longer dwell upon these shores,
You say that the Goddess and God
have gone,
Well I tell you they live on!
For in the cities and hills,
And in circles of stone,
The voices of the Old Ways,
The Spirit of Albion is calling you home!"
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