Under the Moon

   (A)            (E)        (F#m)             (C#m) 
I have no happiness in dreaming of Brycelinde, 
        (F#m)                 (E)     (Am)          (G) 
Nor Avalon the grass-green hollow, nor Joyous Isle, 
                 (C)                   (G)         (E)    (Am) 
Where one found Lancelot crazed and hid him for a while; 
    (G)           (F)                                   (E) 
Nor Ulad, when Naoise had thrown his sail upon the wind; 
 
Nor lands that seem to dim to be burdens on the heart: 
Land-under-Wave, where out of the moon‘s light and the sun‘s 
Seven old sisters wind the threads of the long-lived ones, 
Land-of-the-Tower, where Aengus has thrown the gates apart, 
 
And Wood-of-Wonders, where one kills an ox at dawn, 
To find it when night falls laid on a golden bier. 
Therein are many queens like Branwen and Guinevere; 
And Niamh and Laban and Fand, who could change to an otter or fawn, 
 
              (A)            (E)          (F#m)                   (C#m) 
And the wood-woman, whose lover was changed to a blue-eyed hawk; 
      (F#m)        (E)                (Am)                    (G) 
And whether I go in my dreams by woodland, or dun, or shore, 
          (C)          (G)              (E)               (Am) 
Or on the unpeopled waves with kings to pull at the oar, 
            (F)                           (E)                   (Am)   (E) 
I hear the harp-string praise them, or hear their mournful talk. 
 
   (Am)                 (F)   (Am)                  (G) 
Because of something told under the famished horn 
(Cm)               (G#)         (Cm)               (B) 
Of the hunter‘s moon, that hung between the night and the day, 
     (D#)             (B)           (G)                (Cm) 
To dream of women whose beauty was folded in dismay, 
     (B)           (G#)         (G)                (C) 
Even in an old story, is a burden not to be borne.