Coronach

(words and music by david palmer)



Grey the mist --- cold the dawn;

Cruel the sea and stern the shore.

Brave the man who sets his course

For albion.



Sweet the rose --- sharp the thorn;

Meek the soil and proud the corn.

Blessed the lamb that would be born

Within this green and pleasant land.

Hi-o-ran-i-o

Hi-o-ran-i-o



Brown furrow shine

Beneath the rain washed blue.

Bright crystal streams

From eagle mountains born.

Fortune has smiled on those who wake anew,

Within this fortress nature built

To stay the hand of war.



With the wind from the east

Came the first of those who tread

Upon this stone, this stone of kings;

This realm, this new jerusalem.

Hi-o-ran-i-o

Hi-o-ran-i-o


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