Deft of hand, the fairest youth mortal ever saw denied a wife by his mother, the wise one Aranrhod two magicians with all of the their powers by magick made him a bride out of flowers
Chorus From broom and oak and meadowsweet fair of face and breast and feet conjured out of the otherworld she became Bloduewedd
Blodeuwedd, baptised in the way of the old and given to sleep with the fairest youth mortal ever saw yet Bloduewedd was filled to the brim with a passionate love for the Lord of Penllyn
Making love, three nights and bearing no delay making love while the chieftain of the court was away and when he returned to the Flower's bed she discovered the art that would see him dead
Upon a hill, when passed a day and one long year her love true, smote her husband with a poison spear in the form of an eagle he screamed and flew henceforth she slept with her lover true
Enchanters both, Gwydion and Math son of Mathonwy heavy with grief, searched for the son of the prophecy three songs to eagle's rotting flesh returned Lleu Llaw Gyffes to his own likeness
“Better shall I be pleased the sooner I have relief” so said Lleu and so said Math son of Mathonwy on Blodeuwedd an enchantment was laid “thou'll never be seen by the light of day”
Blodeuwedd made from flowers, flower bride faithless bride, your owl self you cannot hide I would do to thee that which is worse Blodeuwedd here is thy curse
From flowers, fire, water, air with magick in her flowing hair conjured out of the otherworld she became Bloduewedd
From broom and oak and meadowsweetfair of face and breast and feet conjured out of the otherworld she became BlodueweddTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
