(untitled) By Al Ray

Waves lapping on lone shores,

Call to me, call to me,

Smells of brine, squawks of gulls,

Sing to me, Sing to me,

Full moon stirs ancient longings,

Salt in blood a friend once said,

Mist shrouded mountains,

Call to me, Call to me,

Mighty rivers, endless groves,

Sing to me, Sing to me,

Scent of wine aging call my heart,

To the lands that my roots start,

Clashes of Steel on endless fields,

Call to me, Call to me,

Wails of widows, Cheers of Glory

Sing to me, Sing to me,

Hobbnail sandals at the throat of the world,

Was my ancients triumph,

Endless foggy moors,

Call to me, call to me,

Majesty dark forests, jet black Ravens,

Sing to me. Sing to me,

Beyond the Danube, Beyond the Alps,

These roots are the blue of woad,

Endless fruited plains,

Call to me, Call to me,

Noble eagle, great green lady,

Sing to me, Sing to me,

Land where the tree now lies,

Forever amid the halls of tarnished liberty.