| Lyrics: | In the valley where the moons and lovers play live two children who were born on
Saturday.
One was dark, one was fair, followed by the hawk, mothered by the
mare.
Stranger children you will never see, brothers of the forest and the sea,
One was
land, one was air, and they kept the fires burning there.
In a golden vessel and silver vase,
kept them burning in the strange enchanted
place,
Kept them burning to the sky, for they
knew someday the sun would die |
