The colour of your hair is dark, as well your eyes are too, your skin is as the moon at night, calm and clear, Tis you

A Celtic blood runs through your veins and calls you from the past, a ghostly glimmer follows on, a shadow on the hearth

You travelled far I heard it said, magic at your hand, for when the ancient Stonehenge was growing dim, a new order be your clan,

Spanning thru the ages dark you rode upon your horse, passing over lands afar, by Greece, the islands north

At Skara Brae they buried you a Queen amongst the trees, and little children wept that day upon a silent breeze

Targoth and Weena, your parents, called and set you on your way

That I have met you first time round, this is a happy day