By the salty shore
By the ocean's tide
Where cold waters flow
And the [bad word] wild
Where the icy needles
Bite the spring-freshed air
Where the crystal wind
Howling in despair
And the lands are rooted
By the ancient trees
And their silent whisper
Tells of life and peace
There on leave-trod grounds
Neath green-painted hills
Between silver-wreathed ribbons
And daffodils

At the Goddes gesture
At Her lazy whim
At unspoken question
At the wows dim

Green-eyed men were created
Autumn-souled and misery-fated

For they dreamed of magic
By that salty shore
Spreading words nostalgic
And they dreamed no more
And the trees forgot them
Sea erased their time
But for carved in stone
Leaves emboidered rhyme

And their tales lay hidden
Since their days are old
In farewell unbidden
Veiled [bad word] foretoid
By the misty ocean
By the [bad word] shore
Spirits of emotion
Softly tread once more

By the salty shore
By the ocean's tide
Where cold waters flow
And the [bad word] wild...