Hawthorn Tree

Arthur's hall is mantled in the carded fleece of winter
 Guinevere sits veiled in her own thoughts
 Arthur laughs, but beneath the crown his hair is turning grey
 And by the fire Merlin spends his days
 Portal opens and a maid as fair as apple blossoms
 Enters in as all rise to their feet
 These many knights stand in vain attempts to win her first attention
 And by the fire Merlin sits and waits
 Hawthorn tree
 Your body burns away the winter's cold
 Stand by me
 And shade me from the sun
 My eyes are old, but still can see
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 Threading through as though they were the golden fields of summer
 Maiden and sage meet within the light
 "I have come for your power, and my name is Vivianne,"
 And by the fire Merlin knows his fate
 From that day, no moment passed when they were not together
 And she grew in strength, as waning his grew dim
 Arthur's court wondered if love or enchantment held them bound
 The strange desire of Merlin and the maid
 Hawthorn tree
 Your body burns away the winter's cold
 Stand by me
 And shade me from the sun
 My eyes are old, but still can see
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 Then they left, as autumn's leaves upon the moving water
 Camelot failed to solve the mystery
 Seasons passed, and a woodsman came from distant Lyonesse
 Who knew the fate of Merlin and the maid
 He had seen a maid fairer still than apple blossoms
 And an elderly man walking hand in hand
 They embraced, and when they parted there was only Vivianne
 And one more tree was standing in the glade
 Hawthorn tree
 Your body burns away the winter's cold
 Stand by me
 And shade me from the sun
 My eyes are old, but still can see