Dark are the ancient forests,
Deep are the wells of old.
Long are the paths of the immortal,
Quiet is the call of the past.

Down you go, never up.
Deeper and deeper still,
No light can serve you there,
If your mind is unquiet.

Many doors lead home.
Many roads lead nowhere.
Memories stir too deep
To be seen or heard.

Forgotten are the ways of the brave.
Forlorn are the paths of the dead,
Unheard are the voices
Of the ones who came and went.

Silent are the great stones,
Earth keeps its secrets
Deep in its womb, its bosom
Where Crom Cruach reigns.

Remember my name in the rain,
Whisper – and I shall come,
Let me take you away
To the hills and the caves of home.

Remember: long was the night
Before we met in the fields,
Remember: I have you the sight,
And you gave me grain and mead.

You vowed that you’d never leave,
I promised to never let go,
You cared, and I believed,
But winds have proved me wrong.

And now, as the circle is done,
And many a path is tread,
Will you be my one true love,
When green becomes gold and red?..