The Western Isles pmh; 1997
Long before reading The Mists of Avalon I knew about passing through the mists to the Blessed Isles of the West. Often still, riding the ferry to the island, I know that magic lives on.
Lyrics
Soft mist veils sapphire sea
Sunlight gilds silver air
Ferrying you and me
Home
Music fills my nervous heart
moving like the tides
In my arms
fast asleep
you
We can’t see
where we go
how we go
as we go
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