as the elder son of a distant land,              my kingdom taken from my farthers hand,               my castle now stands in my minds eye,             for from these shaws i had to fly,              across that main i had to go,                    through rain and wind through storm and snow,         now 'neath green canopy i dream,               the cruels cry, the banshees scream,              as i awaken from this fright,                 i spy you dancing by moonlight,                 your voice rings out between the trees,             your perfume caryed on the beaze,              now in my arms all night you lay,                 and walk beside me all the day,                my castle now in my minds eye,                  together homeward we will fly. 

So lovely...