The Spirit of Albion
I've crossed the flat lands to the east,
Beheld the wild Atlantic shore.
Seen the island in the rain,
Walked the windswept Roman wall.
Ive taken passage to the holy Isle,
Stood on Keno's southern moors,
Drunk from Scottish waters clear
And climbed the mighty Tor.
I can show you forgotten pathways
That leads to the heart of this land.
An open mind will unlock the gates
You need only take my hand.
I can bring to you the song
That Albion sings low and clear
Through every tree and hill and spring
If you could only learn how to hear.
We are the children of an ancient land
Its blood is in our veins.
This place once walked by giants and gods
Makes us young again.
Our inheritance, this sceptred isle
And the legacy of its past
And a future there for us to take
Before the die is cast
Under ancient skies the Beltane Fire
Shall be re-kindled yet once more.
The smoke will rise and purify
Our spirits as they soar.
The green man walks his woodland realm
The lady walks the sky
Albion's song is strengthening
As our voices raise it high.