Risen from boggy moor,
prehistoric monument of spotted dolerite
points to the stars.
They sing, they sing!
Bedd Arthur, ring!
Along the foggy golden road
sleeping Draig stretches
to the Irish sea.
Clacking bells, knocking bones!
Arthur’s knights, turned to stone!
I will follow ghosts
through mud and mire
to plant my hands in this ancient land.
