Maker Of Birds

A bird that is not mine

Three birds that belong to her

One emerald green, one snow white

One golden, flashing like a sunbeam through the night

One golden, flashing like a sunbeam through the night

When at first he saw her

It seemed she had no name

She sat alone, and it seemed to him

That the light and the face were the same

Her hair shone, streamed blond and gold

He thought, "Maybe I'm going insane"

Her gown was no morе than the water could cover

This timе would not come again

And the white mares dance

And the lady asks

"Take my wisdom with you as you ride

If you kill the dark Lord of Death

Someday, I shall be your wife

Someday, I shall be your wife"

And the birds are still singing

And the song is now sweeping

Like a silver, a silver shimmering flood

For you, Rhiannon

I would fight, I would fight the world

For you, Rhiannon, I would fight, I would fight the world

For you are in my blood

For you, for you are in my blood