Beneath the Tree of Iverness
Shadows fall, and deaf men dream
Weeping women waiting there
In the hall of audience,
Its majesty now cavernous,
The echoing of muted strings
Humming now through space and more ---
And, across the bridge of Time,
An old blind harpist sings, forever,
_Greensleeves._

Above the field of Ponpyrrid,
Tombs stand empty, empty still,
Waiting there for men to fill them,
Men to fall in battle there.
Five leagues south, a fight is raging,
Blasting through the bounds of space,
And, across the bridge of Time,
An old blind harpist sings, forever,
_Greensleeves._

Between the eaves of Arberth hall,
Pwyll's throne stands sitterless,
Gofannon is waiting there
To bring the Cauldron to the feasting,
Deathday feasting for their princes.
There Rhiannon twice now lingers,
Holding to the memories dear,
And, across the bridge of Time,
An old blind harpist sings, forever,
_Greensleeves._

And southernly, in Camelot
With borrowed arms Sir Lancelot
Has won the day;
Under a name gets Galahad,
And Guinevere is overwrought;
Mordred plots 'gainst Taliesin,
Merlin sees through space and more ---
And, across the bridge of Time,
An old blind harpist still is singing
_Greensleeves._

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Upon the hills of Mancha's plain
Battered steed strides ever onward
Old grey hero on his back,
Garbed in steel and still parading
Broken lance and barber's helmet.
Ever onward, the Don is riding,
Riding now through space and more --
And, beyond the Bridge of Time,
An old, blind harpist sings, forever, _Greensleeves_.

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