Rachoncomps - The spirits of the meadow Lyrics

In the quiet of the moorland where the heather whispers low
There's a tale of lost traditions where the ancient rivers flow
Not a story of old battles nor a love that's come and gone
But of whispers in the evening when the summer's day is done
Oh the spirits of the meadow they dance when twilight falls
In the shadows of the mountains where the lonely raven calls
They weave a song of sorrow for the things we've left behind
In the heart of the green valley where the past and present bind
In a cottage by the seaside where the waves caress the shore
Lived an old man with his memories of a world that is no more
He spoke of songs forgotten of a language lost in time
And of the dancers in the moonlight who would move without a rhyme
Oh the spirits of the meadow they dance when twilight falls
In the shadows of the mountains where the lonely raven calls
They weave a song of sorrow for the things we've left behind
In the heart of the green valley where the past and present bind
And the winds they carry stories of a land both wild and free
Where the echoes of our ancestors still linger in the sea
We've traded all our wisdom for the fleeting joys of gold
But the spirits of the meadow they remember what we sold
Oh the spirits of the meadow they dance when twilight falls
In the shadows of the mountains where the lonely raven calls
They weave a song of sorrow for the things we've left behind
In the heart of the green valley where the past and present bind
Oh the spirits of the meadow they dance when twilight falls
In the shadows of the mountains where the lonely raven calls
They weave a song of sorrow for the things we've left behind
In the heart of the green valley where the past and present bind