I wrote this song after an encouter with a Welsh nationalist. I love this island - from the Glen's of the Highlands, to the moors of the West Country, from the fens of East Anglia, to the mountains of Snowdonia - I see them all as parts of my home. I don't prefess to own any of it, if anything, the land owns me.
Spirit of Albion
(Damh the Bard)
An isle so fair, a isle so green,
Known by many names.
Feel the pulse, the pulse of the land,
The blood boils within your veins.
Someone go down to the Holy Well
and raise the Spirits there!
Lay a feather on a stone,
with a flame, and a lock of hair.
(Chorus) The Crane, the wolf,
the bear and the boar,
No longer dwell upon these shores,
You say that the Goddess and God
Well I tell you they live on!
For in the cities and hills,
And in circles of stone,
The voices of the Old Ways,
The Spirit of Albion is calling you home!
From Manwydden's crashing sea,
To the moor and the Highland Glen.
From the Faerie Hills, home of the Sidhe,
To the veins of the Broad and the Fen.
Someone go down to the Holy Trees
of Oak and Ash and Thorn!
Utter a charm in the verse of three,
Till the Summer King is born!
Ride the white horses
carved into the hills,
Walk to the Hanging Stones.
Bow to the might
of Cerne Abbass' height,
Feel the peace in the Ancestors' homes.
Someone go down to Wilmington
where the Giant guards the way!
Step into the Otherworld,
into the womb,
Where centuries pass like a day!
Damh the Bard – is a modern-day Bard whose spirituality and love of folk tradition is expressed through his music,
storytelling and poetry. Drawing on the Bardic tradition, his performances are both entertaining and educational, speaking directly to the heart, and never without a good splash of humour....more