Parting the mists unto the isle of apples

Unto Avalon, the ancient isle.
Where so many few have gone.
In times of transformation,  ascension, and destiny.
Where so many few have gone.
Unto Avalon, the ancient isle.

Beat the drum mummer,
Unto the ancient isle.
Dance the circle under the light of the sun & moon.
Unto the ancient isle.
Beat the drum mummer.

Unto Avalon, the ancestor’s call.
Where so many dance the circle,
Healers, Warriors, Visionaries and Teachers.
Where so many dance the circle,
Unto Avalon, the ancestor’s call.

Taste of  the growing groves of Awen.
Unto Avalon, the ancestor’s isle.
The voices of history drum towards  us.
Unto Avalon, the ancestor’s isle.
Taste of the growing groves of Awen.

Parting the mists unto the isle of apples. 

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