By the Light of a Winter's Moon Lyrics

Ro gab uacht etti en
Aigre re e mo scel

'Twas late one autumn evening
when the traveler did arrive
A wizened old man
with blue-grey wisdom in his eyes
Down he sat, by the fire
and sipped at spiced ale
Pulled his cloak close about him
so began his tale

By fallen oak, beneath the sky
The eldest sleeping giants lie
And on their graves they're dancing still
With mortal dreams beneath the hills

When I was young, one winter morn I came upon
A barrow in the forest which seemed as old as moon and sun

Nine times 'round the ancient hill
Willows watching silent, still
the light is fading

Another world behind our own
Which my mortal eyes beheld

Never before had I beheld such sylvan grace
What dreams compare with the magic of this place?
Forgotten beauty of the gods we know no more
Which haunt the forests and hills forevermore

Behind the wind you cannot see
The secrets of eternity
But with the sight you too shall know
The dreams of men and which way blows the wind

With sylph-like graces the dance among
The eldest pines, by golden sun

Would you live forever within this place?
'Tis not true, you cannot be
To dance beneath the moon and darkness embrace
What madness this has come to me?
You shall be the last to come to our world
When Wayland forged my mortal soul
Our court is growing weak and shall not return
'Twas not meant that I should know

"My staff has giants killed,
my bag a long knife carries
To cut meat-pies from children's thighs
and feed them to the fairies"
Thus The Rhymer spoke to me as Oberon sat watching
The mortal ones drink silver blood,
their lives so briefly passing into night

And so it was they left me,
to meet again nevermore
And somehow my soul now empty,
as though I had seen not before
The time of their passing has come,
to live among men nevermore
But still their music haunts me,
and so shall be evermore

By the fires dying embers so his tale concludes
In the stillness of nightfall,
by the light of a cold winter's moon