When the dark wood fell before me And all the paths were overgrown When the priests of pride say there is no other way I tilled the sorrows of stone
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call all to mass Sit here by my side For the night is very long There's something I must tell Before I pass along I joined the brotherhood My books
Ride on through the night tide on Ride on through the night tide on There are visions, there are memories There are echoes of thundering hooves There
The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon the cloudy seas The road was a ribbon of moonlight
When in the springtime of the year When the trees are crowned with leaves When the ash and oak, and the birch and yew Are dressed in ribbons fair When
