The Wedding Song

By the stag of seven tines
Through the forest down to the sea
The lapwing circles seven times
O'er the silent nest in secrecy
High and low they search the weirs
For the doe the whelp he fears
And for the child swept ashore
In the olden times
By the salmon in the pool
Fed on hazel for the gift of sight
Within the trees he hides the tools
Madly gazing in the starless night
Bless this ordinary home
Guess the gleeman fools who roam
Through the dance growing hot
When the barley's sown
By the merging of two streams
One of silver one of gold
Find the merging of two dreams
One is foreign one is old
All the ancient clans unite
For this sacred candle rite
Place the hand in the hand
For they bond tonight