In Search of the Moor

By Paul Christian Glenn

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