A bird that is not mine...
Three birds that belong to her
One emerald-green,
One snow-white...
One golden, flashing like a
Sunbeam through the night...
One golden, flashing like a
Sunbeam through the night...

When at first he saw her...
It seemed she had no name
She sat alone, and it seemed to him...
That the light and her face were the same...
Her hair shone...
Streamed blond and gold...
He thought..."Maybe...
I'm going insane..."

Her gown was no more
Than the water could cover...
This time would not come again...
And the white mares dance...
And the Lady asks...

"Take my wisdom with you...
I shall ride...
If you kill the dark Lord of Death...
Someday, I shall be your wife...
Someday, I shall be your wife..."

And the birds are still singing...
And the song is now sweeping...
Like a silver...
A silver shimmering flood...

"For you, Rhiannon...
I will fight,
I will fight the world...
For you, Rhiannon,
I would fight...
I would fight the world...
For you are in my blood...
For you...
For you are in my blood


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    General CommentThis is the story of the Welsh myth of Rhiannon and her husband Pwyll. Rhiannon was said to have with her three sweet-singing birds whose song could put the living to sleep and wake the dead. The Lord of Death in the song is Arawn, king of Annwn, the underworld.
    Uraniumon August 10, 2009   Link

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