The power of ages past courses through your mind

Accessing traditions releases ancient knowing

Women working at spinning provide comfort during the winter

I meet a strange little man at the edge of a forest

After years of struggle I perfect the salmon leap of battle

A mournful song strangely rejuvenates my heart

My love sustains me as I wander in distant hills

I drink from the cauldron of plenty

A lost love returns bearing a garland of flowers

Open your eyes to the glory of each sunset

Standing stones refract the dragon spirits

Dancing with faeries in the mists of the other worlds

A broken heart is mended through the kindness of a grandmother

Hope and joy returns to the land of our forefathers

Cutting peat for the home fire keeps the body warm

I pick a golden apple from the tree of eternity

A ceremony of remembrance gives rise to poetry

Warbands on a path of destruction

The lost lands are inhabited by barbarians

I see the Goddess revealed in an old lady's toothless smile