Beneath the Barrow 歌词

I laid down in a hollow hill Where grasses hush and time stands still The mound embraced me, soft and deep And folded me in wondrous sleep No shadow touched my slumbered grace For light was there, a Sunlit place It filled the Earth with gentle fire Like dawn within a womb of mire I dreamt of roots and wind and rain Of blossoms breaking through the plain The world turned slow above my bed While I grew brighter, though still dead No darkness touched my slumbered grace For light was there, a Sunlit place It filled the mound with warming fire Like life within a womb of mire I dreamt of roots and wind and rain Of flowers breaking through the plain The world turned slow above my head While I grew lighter, though still dead Then springtime stirred the ancient door And I returned to stand once more Not ghoul nor wight, but leaf and flame The Elf I was, yet not the same Then springtime stirred the mossy door And I returned to walk once more Not ghost nor wraith, but leaf and flame Myself I was, yet not the same