Spirit of Albion Damh the Bard
I love this song ^_^
[Am]An isle so fair, a isle so green, [G]known by many [Am]names.
[Am]Feel the pulse, the pulse of the land,
[G]Blood boils within your [Am]veins.
[D]Someone go down to the Holy Well and [Am]raise the Spirits there!
[D]Lay a feather on a stone, with a [G]flame, and a lock of hair.
The Crane, the wolf, the bear and the boar,
No longer [C]dwell upon these shores,
You [D]say that the Goddess and God have gone,
Well [G]I tell you they live on!
For in the cities and [Am]hills,
And in circles of [C]stone,
The [D]voices of the Old Ways,
The [G]Spirit of Albion is calling you [Am]home!
[Am]From Manwydden's crashing sea,
[G]To the moor and the Highland [Am]Glen.
[Am]From the Faerie Hills, home of the Sidhe,
To the [G]veins of the Broad and the [Am]Fen.
[D]Someone go down to the Holy Trees
of Oak and Ash and [Am]Thorn!
[D]Utter a charm in the verse of three,
Till the [G]Summer King is born!
Ride the white horses carved into the hills,
[G]Walk to the Hanging [Am]Stones.
[Am]Bow to the might of Cerne Abbass' height,
Feel the [G]peace in the Ancestors' [Am]homes.
[D]Someone go down to Wilmington
where the Giant guards the [Am]way!
[D]Step into the Otherworld, into the womb,
Where [G]centuries pass like a day!