Текст песни Sonnet

When the bells of the sea sound from the deep And mist, like lands about to vanish The shadows of the past begin to speak Oh lyonesse, sweet lyonesse I wish that i could freely wander through your hills And touch the nightly visions that you held Beyond the price of things for which man kills And for which merlin's wisdom always spell'd Ah, lyonesse, sweet lyonesse I saw men with shire horses making fields, not war The sunshine playing with children on the shore As the dream of you touched me to the core Beyond the sight of men Beyond my grasp The dream of you is something That will last...