Sonnet Songtext
von Celtic Legend

When the bells of the sea sound from the deep
And mist like land about to vanish
The shadows of the past begin to speak

Oh Lyonesse, sweet Lyonesse


I wish that I could freely wander through your hills
And touch the nightly visions that you held
Beyond the price of things for which man kills
And for which Merlin′s wisdom always spelled

Ah Lyonesse, sweet Lyonesse

I saw men with shire horses making fields not war
The sunshine playing with children on the shore
As the dream of you touched me to the core

Beyond the sight of men, beyond my grasp
The dream of you is something that will last