When I Set Out for Lyonnesse
Gerald Finzi, Thomas Hardy
When I set out for Lyonnesse
A hundred miles away
The rime was on the spray
And starlight lit my lonesomeness
When I set out for Lyonnesse
A hundred miles away
What would bechance at Lyonnesse
While I should sojourn there
No prophet durst declare
Nor did the wisest wizard guess
What would bechance at Lyonnesse
While I should sojourn there
When I came back from Lyonnesse
With magic in my eyes
None managed to surmise
What meant my godlike gloriousness
When I came back from Lyonnesse
With magic in my eyes!