Hy-Brasil

My great grandmother was a magic weaver
 Came across the water and caught the fever
 Wondered if her mother could hear her when she
 Sang the words she learned to say
 In the blue camhanaich all shimmering still
 Dame Calluna, low Lady of the Hills
 Cup of cold sun and a winterpill
 Send me back on my way
 Seven black rabbits of Hy-Brasil
 Twenty-one petals of daffodils
 Thirteenth note of the blackcap trill
 I'll fly home today
 Down in the cradle oh I would hear her
 As I breathed my soul believed
 If I sang those words I could leave there
 Leave my sorrow and pain
 In the blue camhanaich all shimmering still
 Dame Calluna, low Lady of the Hills
 Cup of cold sun and a winterpill
 Send me back on my way
 Seven black rabbits of Hy-Brasil
 Twenty-one petals of daffodils
 Thirteenth note of the blackcap trill
 I'll fly home today
 Though my brittle body was caught in his snare
 My soul would learn how to travel where
 The eyes of the rabbits were gleaming there
 On the isle of Hy-Brasil
 Seven years we drown, seven years we rise
 Said the black rabbit with the ancient eyes
 You'll be free, oh lura lae
 He cannot match your will
 In the blue camhanaich all shimmering still
 Dame Calluna, low Lady of the Hills
 Cup of cold sun and a winterpill
 Send me back on my way
 Seven black rabbits of Hy-Brasil
 Twenty-one petals of daffodils
 Thirteenth note of the blackcap trill
 I'll fly home today
 Though I drowned for ten years, I'm still rising
 Stronger for my pain and suffering
 My body was broken but my heart's reborn
 I'm freer than the sky
 In the blue camhanaich all shimmering still
 Dame Calluna, low Lady of the Hills
 Cup of cold sun and a winterpill
 Send me back on my way
 Seven black rabbits of Hy-Brasil
 Twenty-one petals of daffodils
 Thirteenth note of the blackcap trill
 I'll fly home today