(Damh The Bard / Corona Corvinae)
An isle so fair, an isle so green,
Known by many names.
Feel the pulse, the pulse of the land,
The blood boils within your veins.
Someone go down to the Greenwood
and raise the Banner there!
Sing a song of a sword in a stone,
Of heroes bold and fair.
The Lion and Dragon have come before,
No longer dwell upon these shores,
You say that the Ancestors have gone,
Well I tell you they live on!
For in the cities and hills,
And in circles of stone,
The voices of the Old and the New,
The Spirit of Albion is calling you home!
From mighty Cornwall’s crashing sea,
To the moor and the Keswick Glen.
From Winchester, home of the King,
To the Yorkshire Broad and the Fen.
Someone go down to the dryads Trees
of Oak and Ash and Thorn!
Utter a charm to the Trinity,
And cry the King is born!
Run with the stag and fly with the crow,
Walk to the Hanging Stones.
Bow to the might of Dragonspine height,
Feel the peace in the Ancestors’ home.
Someone go down to Avalon
Where the Giants guard the way!
Step into a realm so fair,
Where centuries pass like a day!
Rehearsal performance by Anna Clifford-Tait:
Alternate version by Helen Meese: