The sea beasts scull the waters

Feeling fear for thee

The hawks that tamed the skies

Wish you so well to be.



A Foal in the fields

With the bless of the hills your

Shore and you're poor and your sore feetys

Ne'er to be bore

By man's claw.



The horned dog guarding grandly

Daughters of the Sun

At night in twilight groves

His pray for you is begun.



You foal in the fields

With the bless of the hills on your

Shore and you're poor and your sore feetys

Ne'er to be bore By man's claw.



The bull of gold that's old

Beyond the songs of man

Keeps watch upon the fates

When they misweave your strand.



O Foal in the fields

With the bless of the hills on your

Shore and you're poor and your sore feetys

Ne'er to be bore

By man's claw.



UFO, UFO you are UFO,

UFO you are UFO,

UFO you are, a colt.