I am a stag of seven tines and ox of seven fights
I am a wide flood opon the plain
I am a wind that is blowing on the waters
I am the teardrops of the sun, I glitter like dew
A-E-I-O-U
Who but I...etc
I am the Griffon flying to my nest upon the cliff
I am that which God made beautious
I am as much the oak as the lightning that strikes it
As I am the Druid making fire opon the hill
A-E-I-O-U
Chorus
I made the spearmen fearless at the battle of the trees
I have been a salmon in the net
I have been a spotted serpent coiled among the rocks
I fled as a savage boar in a sacred grove
A-E-I-O-U
Chorus
I am the terrifying crash of waves opon the sea
I return like the receeding tide
I am all of these things continual
I am a year of thirteen trees, a letter for each one
A-E-I-O-U
WHO BUT I CAN UNFOLD THE SECRETS OF THE DOLMEN?
WHO BUT I CAN UNFOLD THE SECRETS OF THE DOLMEN?
WHO BUT I CAN UNFOLD THE SECRETS OF THE DOLMEN?
WHO BUT I CAN UNFOLD THE SECRETS OF THE DOLMEN?
The words to this are an amalgumation attributed to Taliesin and Amergin
via Robert Graves {White Goddess, 'Song of Amergin' p.208) then edited and added to by me.
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