Avalon Dreams (the Voice From Legend)

I heard (about) time, when the our world

Was still young; with the faerie word

Dew of silver spilled on green leas

And gold on the hills.

Nobody heard on the earth

'Bout dragons, evil and death,

Gaints, rolls, and only the elves

Were living in those days.

It had not more beauteous sight

Then the fays danced in moonlit night.

Grace-cups filled with mead and good ale

On the merry regale.

And white boats glided o'er the seas

To the isle of white apple-trees

When the fair wind sang in the sail

Boats winged their way.

A few mortals happened to see amaging land

And soon fairytales sank info oblivion.

But one day the voice from legend

Will proclaim, and then the elves will return.

But winter came in the charming clime

In the kingdom of fadeless prime

And the fallen white petals off slowly

Have paving the sea.

New god game from foreign land

God with crown of thornson his head

And for the elves histhe Holy Word

Was like a hardened sword.

Fear stole the hearts of the elves

Ceased laugh in the emerald dales

It had not more merry regale

Nobody brewed good ale.

No one knows whether faieries fleg

Away into the farthest land

Bod ever since nobody sees

The little dwellers of hills.