Celtic bard cover ground cover ground
Shine your star and sing to me sing to me...
I am the stag with seven horns
I am the flood across the plain
I am the wind upon a lake
The hawk above the cliff
The truth behind the veil
I am the wander amongst flowers
Who else but
Sets the cool head aflame
I am a spear that reeks for blood
A salmon in a pool
A lure from Paradise
A wood where poets walk
I am the briar
The breaker bearing down
I am the miseltoe of the year
Who else but
sets a blaze on every hill
Is the queen in every hive
A shield for every head
The womb of all hope
I am the Rowan and the Ash
Alder Elder Broom and Blackthorn
Woodbine Furze Yew and Miseltoe
I am the Lapwing spurned
Expert at subterfuge and camouflage
The Roebuck at the gate
I am the Miseltoe of the year
Who guides my hand
Who speeds my thoughts...