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Isle Of Avalon




[Smith / Harris]


I can hear them floating on the wind

Immortal souls their weeping saddens me

Mother earth you know your time is near

Awaken lust the seed is sown and reaped


Through the western isle I hear the dead awaken

Rising slowing to the court of Avalon

The cauldron of the head of Annwyn laced with envy

Dark around its edge with pearl and destiny


All my days I've waited for the sign

The one that brings me closer to isle of Avalon

I can feel the power flowing through my veins

My heart is beating louder, close to Avalon


I can hear you, can you hear me?

I can feel you, can't you feel me?


Fertility Mother Goddess

Celebration, sow the seeds of the born

The fruit of her body laden

Through the corn doll

You will pray for them all

The image of Mother Goddess

Lying dormant, in the eyes of the dead

The sheaf of the corn is broken

End the harvest

Throw the dead on the pyre


I hear her crying the tears of an angel

The voices I hear in my head

Blessed the fruits are the corn of the earth

Mother earth holy blood of the dead


Mother earth I can hear you

Sacrifice, now united


Rising levels of the tidal lakes protect them

Keepers of the goddess in the underworld

Holding powers of the mystics, deep inside them

nineteen maidens, guardians of the otherworld

Mortal conflict born of Celtic legend

That apart from seven, non-returned from Avalon


Mother earth I can feel you

My rebirth now completed


Fertility mother goddess

Celebration, sow the seeds of the born

The fruits of her body laden

Through the corn doll

You will pray for them all

The image of mother goddess

Lying dormant, in the eyes of the dead

The sheaf of the corn is broken

End the harvest, throw the dead on the pyre


To have the belief of others

Looking for the Isle to show them a sign

Fertility of all mothers

Stood in silence

Waiting now for their turn


The gateway to Avalon

The island where the souls of the dead are reborn

Brought here to die and be transferred into the earth

And then for rebirth


I hear her crying the tears of an angel

The voices I hear in my head

Blessed the fruits are the corn of the earth

Mother earth holy blood of the dead


The water in rivers and rhymes rises quickly

Are flowing and flooding the land

The sea shall return once again just to hide them

Lost souls on the Isle of the dead