Charles M. Moore - Avalon

Down by the green glen's river
down by the bluebell woods
where the willow branches shiver
in the tall oaks neighbourhood
close by the pixie dell
where the fairies dance and play
that's where you'll find the beauty
of the unicorn at bay

Oh, through the morning glory
as the mists begin to clear
you can smell the flowers and woodsmoke
from the hermit's cave that's near
you can sometimes hear him singing
some strange lilt that no one knows
as he makes the magic crystals
in the kingdom Avalon.

Charles M. Moore

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