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Sitting on a rock in
Zennor cove, Morveren was combing
Her long mermaid hair
When a sweet melody came to her ear

Heavenly sounds
In which her heart drowns
Whence comes this melodious breeze?

How could she live before this evening,
before hearing this song borne upon the wind?
She's under the spell of Matthew's singing.
A mermaid bewitched by a mere human being.

Next evening on the shore,
She came closer to hear some more.
From the church came the notes
To which the sea creatures now devotes
Herself.

What bird sings so sweet,
Fills her cold body with heat?
This gifted singer she needs to meet.

How will she breathe until next evening,
Without hearing this song borne upon the wind,
Gone back with the wind?
She's under the spell of Matthew's singing.
A mermaid bewitched by a mere human being.

Oh, Llyr,
Father, dear,
Let me se
The earthly world
Oh, please...

Impossible, my dear Morveren,
The walking creatures shall have none of my children.
Their land is forever forsaken.
This quest of yours is strictly forbidden.

Father let me go,
I need to know
Who owns this voice.
This church I must enter,
I must discover
I don't have a choice.

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