The Oaken Grace Neither a lad nor a man was he;
On a palfrey one morning he rode.
Beneath the green bloom of a grand oak tree,
Through the yarrow and crimson dogrose.

One one hand he was his father's son;
Flesh, blood and bone was he formed.
Yet he had the wild heart and he spoke the Old Tongue,
For a heretic boy was he born.

Chorus:
The fool seeks ever outward,
To find the source of the song.
The Lady Faire is always there
If we will dance along.

His mount threw her bridle as around the oak tree
He rode in a sweet waking dream.
She gathered and dallied, then dropped him roughly
On his back in the grasses grown green.

Bruised and befuddled, his temper grew hot,
'Til a maiden's soft voice caught his ear.
He heard her charm lilting and rise he could not,
Spellbound by the lay he could hear.

Instrumental chorus

She like an essence full blown, drifted free;
She danced with a magical sound.
Bold-minded, proud-hearted beauty was she,
As she lifted him up from the ground.

Then he and she danced in the shade of duir-
The step of the Moon and the Sun.
The two become one, as their hearts desire,
And the song, for their love, carries on.


Michael Finnegan Rhys <BGSOUND SRC="41 - the_oaken_grace.mp3">