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Be Here...Be Near
My Celtic princess, warrior of dreams,
Let me take you to swim in the streams
In this ancient and wonderful land that is here
Where the Coritani built their defence to be feared.
Let me see your green eyes look out on the view,
Take in the green land when it's covered in dew.
Let me show you this flat land, with its grain fields,
Desired by the Romans, only sand dunes as shields,
Where the battles were fought, and girls went into battles
Side by side with their men; they were no chattels!
Their wind blown hair, their proud breasted display
Struck fear in the enemy and kept them at bay.
I would have you to share in the shape of this land,
To lean on my arm and walk the broad sand,
To gaze at the grey sea and then turn inland
And follow me into the quiet hinterland,
Where the churches now raise their steeples on high,
To Gods, not Celtic or Roman, beyond the blue sky.
If you were walking these lands of our past
And I was beside you, we, together at last,
I'd be so proud to show you the most ancient of places,
Where the Celtic races began, before their last traces
Were almost wiped out retreating to the isles of the west:
To what is now Wales and the green valleys of Ireland.
Interbreeding occured and Romano-Celts lived right here.
They then intermarried some more, it became very clear
That the spirit living on far west was blood thick
And the Angles, the Saxons and Jutes could not trick
The Celtic ancestry which gave their children dark hair,
And piercing eyes that marked them apart from the fair.
Red haired and blond Vikings came to rape and to pillage.
They couldn't stop that blood line thinning, village to village.
Then came the Normans. Time passed- till Pilgrim Fathers set sail,
From Boston, just few miles from where we could stand,
To the Americas, as we both love gently, hand in soft hand.
Now,
The story's complete as they gaze, into each other's eyes,
For it is clear that the bloodline is there. Celtic heart tries
To become Celtic heart, as their embrace on the shore heats
Them up in the cold winds of winter and their heart beats
Turn the past into now; two Celtic bloods run strong,
For they have returned to where they belong,
The land of the Coritani, the Iceni and all tribes beyond.
