Maker Of The Birds

A bird that is not mine
Three birds that belong to her
One emerald green, one, snow white
One, golden flashing like a sunbeam through the night
One, golden flashing like a sunbeam through the night…

When at first he saw her
It seemed she had no name
She sat alone
And it seemed to him
That the light and the face were the same
Her hair shone
Streamed blonde and gold
He thought, maybe
I going insane
Her gown was no more
Than the water could cover
This time would not come again

And the white mares dance
And the lady asks
Take my wisdom with you, I shall ride
If you kill the dark lord of death
Someday, I shall be your wife
I shall be your wife

And the birds are still singing
And the song is now sweeping…
Like a silver…
A silver, shimmering flood

For you…Rhiannon
I will fight, I will fight the world
For you…
Rhiannon, I would fight
I would fight the world
Are in
My blood…
For you…
For you are in my…blood…