by Galin Deiseal

Again my memories flash back
Retracing my destiny track
Now stirringly reminding me
Of my great past, perfect and free
And there I stood, the blue-eyed Celt
A golden sickle in my belt
My body wrapped in large white cloth
And in my heart the holy oath

A cool wind crossed the endless land
So strong that even oaks would bend
The hills so green, the sky so blue
A world so strong, so pure and true
And right within this clarity
There was that beloved mystery
The magic that crossed the wide land
Like the lines on my druidic hand