as a dream that i had long ago
in a kingdom lost in time
the archer is bending a bow
and i see you bring him bread and wine
down the legions of years
the invaders have taken this land
and bent you to their will
and the memories fade of the ancients
though the magic lingers round you still
who would walk the stony roads
and keep the watch along the borderline
and who would hear the legends passed
upon the shepherd pipes of merlin's time