Three birds that belong to her
One emerald-green
One snow-white
One golden, flashing like a
Sunbeam through the night
One golden, flashing like a
Sunbeam through the night
When at first he saw her
It seemed she had no name
She sat alone, and it seemed to him
That the light and her face were the same
Her hair shone
Streams of blonde and gold
He thought, "Maybe
I'm going insane"
Her gown was no more
Then the water could cover
This time would not come again
And the white mare bent
And the Lady asked
"Take my wisdom with you
I shall ride
If you kill the dark hold of Death
Someday, I shall be your wife
Someday I shall be your wife"
And the birds are still singing
And the song is now sweeping
Like a silver
A silver shimmering flood
"For you Rhiannon
I will fight
I will fight the world
For you, Rhiannon
I would fight
I would fight the world
For you are in my blood
For you
For you are in my blood"
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