Celtic Background Music
Pretty women encompass you—
Singing pretty songs,
Webbing for your eyes pretty words—
Your muses nine.
In your Isle of Inisfree—
In your mind—
The strength of Babylon.
Will you--sail away
In the Orinoco Flow—
Letting your troubles
Flow in the water beneath your feet
As you walk on its surface—
Being the Deity that you are—
Druid God.
The River Dance pulses
Setting the beat for your heart—
Beating—beating—
One with time.
May it be
That wherever you go
I will find you—
Even if it takes a thousand years.
For a Muse is nothing without her Poet—
A Kindred is nothing without that other soul—
I am nothing without you—
Druid God . . .
Singing—Writing
Your Muses nine.
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