For Myrddin

Tell me,
When the enchanter sings his song
Do we listen?
Do we come?
And oohhh, when the enchanter tells his tale
Will we turn away?
Or will hope prevail?
Buried far 'Neath the hollow ground
In a cold dark crystal cavern, not yet found
The enchanter weaves his distant spell
In the timeless sleep
Of the shadow realm
Centuries pass
Yet memory lingers on
Legends told by the fire until dawn
Tales of a land
Where magic e'er reigned
And the enchanter once sang his sweet refrain.

Tell me,
When the enchanter plays his tune
Will we tear his fragile word
Upon some fragile loom
And when
Oh the heavens cry as rain
Does the enchanter cry in pain?
Where magic once lived
There emptiness came
As man's greed laid waste to the land
Chivalry fell
And with it the dream
Darkness took king
By forbidden son's hand
What have we gained, since Camlot's fall?
Still we destroy in our greed for it all
Have we forgottn how it is to dream?
Can chivalry be reborn from the legend of a once and future king?

They say
The enchanter lives on
Dream-dusted,
Sleeping, in darkness bound
Waiting for the time
Mankind calls out to him
Awaiting our belief in magic once again
Oh tell me,
One day
If a sweet refrain
Echoes out across the plains
Will the enchanter come again?
And this time
When the enchanter sings his song
Will we listen?
Will we come?
- Lyrics by Julie Howell, music by Lord Yonatan von Swartzüberflek
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