{"collection":"bos","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/bos/bos520.htm","path":"bos/bos520.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/bos/bos520.htm","text":"Internet Book of Shadows, (Various Authors), [1999]\n \n \n * \n \n CAMBRIAN DREAM \n -Gwydion PenDerwyn\n copyright probably to Nemeton\n \n In the mountains of Cambria, by Rhymney's bright stream\n I have oft slept in heather, and dreamed a bright Dream\n No mortal could wake me, nor see what I've seen\n No landscape could ever compare. \n \n 'Twas the Land of my Fathers, unfettered, and free\n Ere the time that the Saxon swept over the Sea\n When mistletoe grew 'neath the shining Oak Tree\n No landscape could ever compare! \n \n (Chorus): Dreaming of Prydein, asleep on a hill\n When I awaken, will you be there still?\n Oh, Island of Poets, my dreams you can fill\n But never the long waking hours.\n \n Mighty Poets and Warriors traversed every road\n Leaving stories and legends wherever they strode\n Their pasts are recalled in the humblest abode\n In tales of the sunnier days. \n \n (Chorus) \n \n Now my story is ended, my song is all gone\n I have slept thru the evening, and into the dawn\n Yet still, I remember your Face, Albion,\n And your older, and much wiser ways! \n \n (Chorus) \n \n * \n \n \n 2311","title":"Internet Book of Shadows: Cambrian Dream","type":"page"}