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She moves through the shadows 'tween darkness and light
she slips through the veil and hides with the night
her call is the West wind it comes from the sea
and calls 'cross the moors like a lonely beanshidhe

Chorus
And from Carrig Cliodna her lone sacred hill
she'll drift 'tween the worlds when the cold mist lays still
and follows the night sky within the moon's shade
on the wings of a sea bird she'll ride the ninth wave

She swims in the lakes full of wild salmon song
as dawn touches the sky with a fiery tongue
and drinks in their wisdom from deep water wells
to nourish their spirits with magick and spells

From mountains to earth to old faerie way
from forest to river between night and day
her heart will give all that she holds in her hands
and keep the great mysteries that lie in this land

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