Above her kind face Like landscapes of milk and dew Sits a crown of glass On waves of burnt umber
Held firmly aloft A sceptre of crystal Made by her ruling hands At the dawn of her reign
We bow to a distant glow – Terra Hiberna As we pass into winter’s hold – Terra Hiberna
In a white gown she’s clad Gone is her emerald green Her seas now are grey And turbulent silver
The wealth of her fields Grew under a golden July And shrank on the stalks In the rain of November
A storm sweeps across Her highlands and valley slopes And shifts the snows Like the sands of her deserts
Away from the sun Her cosmic eternal love She draws an ellipse To the warmth of his heart
We bow to a distant glow – Terra Hiberna As we pass into winter’s hold - Terra Hiberna
Formations of wings approach the horizon In search of the sun traversing the southern sky
She gazes upon the snow-covered feeding grounds Where her fauna did thrive before the claws of frost came to lay waste
In their moonlit lairs, their tunnels and burrows She invokes vivid dreams of warmth And food abound with the promise of spring
A haggard figure emerges from the barren fields Taking in the serenity of the great white silence Which he breaks with a mighty breath from under a frozen beard The midwinter horn vanquishes darkness in the weeks after Yule
Sunless blend the days and nights Through shades of white and blue Till the threads of the green dawn Do clothe her in the youth of springTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
