Vague images of the coming of Christianity and the demise of the Old Religion
Lyrics
Sleep in a bed of moss
Beneath the Milky Way
Misty morning fawn
Coming out to play
Angels overhead
Voices in the well
The sight of Merlin's ghost
Ring the chapel bell
Wise men from the East
Coming from afar
Dancers on the green
Beneath the evening star
Golden bough above my head
Years before our Lord
Evergreen will soon be dead
Beneath the Christian sword
Harvest time and all is done
Grain behind the door
Swan is swimming toward the sun
Returning nevermore
