and I think of you now as a dream that I had long ago
in a kingdom lost to time
in the forest of evening the archer is bending a bow
and I see you bring him bread and wine

down the legions of years the invaders have taken this land
and bent you to their will
and the memories fade of the ancients and all that they had
though the magic lingers round you still

oh who would walk the stoney roads of Merlin's time
and keep the watch along the borderline
and who would hear the legends passed in song and rhyme
upon the shepherd pipes of Merlin's time

                            al stewart • peter white