Oberon, oberon

Nay, you sing your gentle song

Guiding your passengers

To far stars

That fly with moons

Unto the dark

Cadfan you taught

And now he sings

Pens beat swords

Dragons beat kings

You really think he'll never return

Then your faith is lost

Poured in an urn

They don't lie, no they don't

He'll travel the Earth

And sing

As he wrote

Oh the tears cried for those lost

Small and tall, heroes all



◄ HSP 2

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