The ferry man brought me with mind open, dreaming,
we cut the depths with laughter.
Stayed with my youth that God's tooth cut when weaning,
now and ever after.
The will of the void is to shape and name forms
our dance was never done, then.
I remember you well from before you were born,
my chance was never won, then.
I burned the sports pages,
as I already knew the score.
Put faith in the fire,
forever and ever more.
Your colours of autumn,
you're burnished with gold there,
and standing in the river.
The circle of trees and
the full wish we told there,
truthful as a prison.
I looked at the mystery and all she evoked,
my patron saint stood near her.
But the mystery walked and the mystery spoke,
my saint said, "never fear her".
Now Mab is my queen, oh,
and Mab is my chief.
Mab is my root now,
my strong trunk and branch to the leaf.
The circle remains and still from its past;
now waiting, now singing, now flying half-mast.
She is and she's whole, I'll know love again.
I'll know my song well, each dying refrain.
Each cadence and twist, well-observed in its harmony.
Silence come clean,
pull stillness for our lady.
Gypsy hymn sing we slow,
and tenderly bear me on your west wind blow your
gypsy hymn let me flow,
and sing me again before you got to go.
Sing me again before you got to go.