AVALON

Words and Music: Nick Keir

AVALON
My love has gone to Avalon,the winter here's too cold,
As vanquished kings from fields of fog did in the days of old.
And as she moves through shimmering climes and views the ancient stones.
I stand ,here on my hill, alone.

I did as much as I could do to bind my love to stay.
From Lothian to Tintagel's a long and weary way.
No warlock Celt am I to bind her fancy to my own.
I stand,here on my hill,alone.

My city stands full in my gaze,a proud and empty shell.
A ruined chapel mocks the view above barren well.
An icy breeze from Greenland's coast denies a futile sun.
I stand,here on my hill,alone.

Perhaps I'll go to Westmorland where hills are not so high,
Or make my way to Anglia where lowland pastures lie.
A darkened town's no place of rest for one who saw it shine,
I stand,here on my hill,alone.

y love has gone to Avalon,the winter here's too cold,
As vanquished kings from fields of fog did in the days of old.
And as she moves through shimmering climes and views the ancient stones.
I stand ,here on my hill, alone.