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Fairy Glen (awdl gywydd)

In the glen where fairies play and rays of silver light dance, my dreams of love meet the sky and by and by bring romance. When gentle breezes come blow above, below forest leaves, the tree of life she calls me my eyes see my heart’s reprieve. A Bard beneath birch’s bough sings to Rowan in the dusk, Druidic words cross river and quiver within her musk. Lady Rowan, hear my air, sung with care, I love you, hold my words upon this night Celtic sprite, forever true.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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