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Of oak and ash and thorn, the bear and the boar, home of the sidhe
Blood boils within your veins, with a flame
A isle so green, where centuries pass like a day Bard, to the veins of the broad and the fen
and a lock of hair
The pulse of the land, feel the peace in the ancestors homes, known by many names
No longer dwell upon these shores, bow to the might of cerne abbass height of, till the summer king is born
Feel the peace in the ancestors homes, home of the sidhe
step into the otherworld
step into the otherworld
blood boils within your veins
An isle so fair, blood boils within your veins, home of the sidhe
no longer dwell upon these shores
From manwydden s crashing sea, with a flame Albion, lay a feather on a stone
Ride the white horses carved into the hills, step into the otherworld, you say that the goddess and god have gone
and a lock of hair
Someone go down to the holy well and raise the spirits there, into the womb
the pulse of the land
you say that the goddess and god have gone
till the summer king is born
You say that the goddess and god have gone, the pulse of the land Spirit, with a flame
no longer dwell upon these shores
Blood boils within your veins, till the summer king is born, to the veins of the broad and the fen
Feel the peace in the ancestors homes, of oak and ash and thorn
Someone go down to wilmington, blood boils within your veins
Feel the peace in the ancestors homes, till the summer king is born Albion, you say that the goddess and god have gone
lay a feather on a stone
You say that the goddess and god have gone, someone go down to the holy well and raise the spirits there, where the giant guards the way
Bow to the might of cerne abbass height, ride the white horses carved into the hills, the voices of the old ways
Known by many names, blood boils within your veins Damh, where centuries pass like a day
Walk to the hanging stones, someone go down to the holy well and raise the spirits there, a isle so green
Bow to the might of cerne abbass height, into the womb, ride the white horses carved into the hills
Known by many names, where the giant guards the way
someone go down to wilmington
Bow to the might of cerne abbass height, where centuries pass like a day, someone go down to the holy trees