By the salty shore By the ocean's tide Where cold waters flow And the waves run wild Where the icy needles Bite the spring-freshed air Where the crystal wind Howling in despair And the lands are rooted By the ancient trees And their silent whisper Tells of life and peace There on leave-trod grounds Neath green-painted hills Between silver-wreathed ribbons And daffodils
At the Goddes gesture At Her lazy whim At unspoken question At the wows dim
Green-eyed men were created Autumn-souled and misery-fated
For they dreamed of magic By that salty shore Spreading words nostalgic And they dreamed no more And the trees forgot them Sea erased their time But for carved in stone Leaves emboidered rhyme
And their tales lay hidden Since their days are old In farewell unbidden Veiled truths foretoid By the misty ocean By the sea-crushed shore Spirits of emotion Softly tread once more
By the salty shore By the ocean's tide Where cold waters flow And the waves run wild...