• It lingers in the branches high
    It lies among the fields of wheat
    Hovering between earth and sky
    For both it desires to meet

    Silently down the mountain it rolls
    Till it rest upon the moors
    Where lies the creature of shadow's souls
    And mischievous moor children lore

    When the sun hides its rays
    At twilight just before the dawn
    Or when the sky is gray
    You can hear the eerie song
    Of the Mists of Avalon