A ship sails through astral bays
The Erne soars over misty waves
A silver plate after a golden bowl
A seamless curtain without a fold.

The wick of life flickers speedily
As the waxen heart grows cold
Pane of the soul thrown open
By the angel of the Northeast

A ship full of worthless treasure
Sinks to the depths of unknown fathoms
The memory of a Captain trapped in his quarters
Forever in the tombs of Davy Jones locker......

While my Darling scans the horizon for Edens twilight
The scent of my twin soul in the whisper of the wind
Take me to the shore where my lover abides
A Golden Dawn alights from an emerald sea.....

As the turtle-dove flies through the window of Heaven
There lies the silouhette of my beautiful swan.
The cry of the Bean Sidhe and pay it no mind
For at last I have found you , you were there all the time.