In the valley where the loons and lovers play
Live two children who work on on Saturday
One was dark, one was fair
Fathered by the hawk, mothered by the mare

Stranger children you will never see
Brothers of the forest and the sea
One was land, one was air
And they kept the fires burning there

In a golden vessel and a silver vase
Kept them burnin' in the strange enchanted place
Kept them burnin' to the sky
For they knew someday the sun would die

Oooooooooo