The Wedding Song Lyrics

By the stag of seven tines Through the forest down to the sea The lapwing circles seven times O'er the silent nest in secrecy High and low they search the weirs For the doe the whelp he fears And for the child swept ashore In the olden times By the salmon in the pool Fed on hazel for the gift of sight Within the trees he hides the tools Madly gazing in the starless night Bless this ordinary home Guess the gleeman fools who roam Through the dance growing hot When the barley's sown By the merging of two streams One of silver one of gold Find the merging of two dreams One is foreign one is old All the ancient clans unite For this sacred candle rite Place the hand in the hand For they bond tonight