How do I recall The low misty moor When I know all to well I've never been there before? And whose is the voice That I hear in my head When I remember the faery And the words that she said? "Lonesome boy, follow me! We will run through the vale 'Til the sun hides away And your folk lose the trail. I will teach you to dance And to never know years I will sing you love songs 'Til the sun reappears And when, at last, you return You will scarce know the way To the low misty moor That you stand in today." How do I recall? Whose voice do I ken? I have lived this long dream In the land of men And I ache for the day That I wake, like before In the arms of my love On the low misty moor.
© 2001 Paul Christian Glenn