Songtexte The Ghost of Pagan Song - Donovan

All was darkness streaked with light
Thunder giants made their fight
The wild wind set the rain in flight
O fair Kilcullen Lee

All along the lonely road
Swollen burn and stream blood flowed
Fortunate they within a bode
On fair Kilcullen Lee

As I sat cloaked beneath a yew
A horseman black flashed into view
Borne upon the wind he flew
O fair Kilcullen Lee

How could he know I crouched there low?
But as he neared his pace did slow
The wind made moan and moved me so
On fair Kilcullen Lee

He checked his rein and silent stood
I stared about his faceless hood
He spoke and how the sound fell crude
On fair Kilcullen Lee

I am the ghost of pagan son
That ye have wished to know so long
I am the secret seed of song
Ask of me what thou will

I stood beneath the lonely tree
The wind and rain they lashed at me
I felt no fear to turn and flee
From fair Kilcullen Lee

I want to know the song of trees
The symphony borne on the breeze
That I may set sweet nature free
All this pray tell to me

I want to learn the melody
That fills the clouds and moves the sea
The tune that draws the moon to me
All this pray tell to me

What strings are plucked beneath the ground
The harmony and the rhythmic sound
That wheel the four great seasons round
All this pray tell to me

I want to harmonize with stars
And weave creation 'tween the bars
And guide with song celestial cars
All this pray tell to me

I want to heal disharmony
And soothe with pleasant melody
One with God's sweet song to be
All this pray tell to me

The stallion pawed the rocky floor
The thunder cracked, the rain did pour
I drew my cloak about me more
On fair Kilcullen Lee

"You wish to know the song of trees
Then listen long to trees," said he
"Set the song within you free
Command and it shall be

You wish to know the secret song
That moves the flowing water along
Then hark to river's ancient song
Unchanging melody

What strings are plucked beneath the mound
Awake the seeds to break the ground
No question asked, no answer found
All this pray tell to me."
"Young man, now listen to me"
The shaydee laughed with a bitter scorn
"Sweet starry youth, I would thee warn
Many are to unfulfillment born
Perhaps this lot for thee"

"You are not me, I smiling said
You are a fear and short warning"
A bolt of lightning struck the shaydee
From fair Kilcullen Lane

I woke from cracked and windy dreams
The storm had passed me by it seems
The dawn approached, a streak of green
O'er fair Kilcullen Lane

Between the banks the river flowed
The sun upon the mountain glowed
I up and took me to the road
From fair Kilcullen Lane

From fair Kilcullen Lane
From fair Kilcullen Lane
Fair Kilcullen Lane
From fair Kilcullen Lane
On fair Kilcullen Lane
On fair Kilcullen Lane
Fair Kilcullen Lane