When Last I Saw You
Gilles Servat
Grace was about your hand like a gleaming glove
And beauty about your head seemed like a vivid veil
Woven in an other world from youth and dew
I was wounded by love when last I saw you
As you left the battlefield silence came around
And the beams that bore the sky crumbled into dust
And Samhain's great door it closed under the ground
And fled the white bird's blades when last I saw you
As dusk fell ont he plain the black foe won the day
And Dana's warriors fair they abandoned me
Searching for a silver arm in a far off place
I lost their light and yours when last I saw you
Out of the land of youth now I'm wandering
I spend my useless life walking empty strands
But strength and joy I take remembering
How beauty was your face when last I saw you