Хелависа - Under the Moon

  H        F#     G#m         D#m
I have no happiness in dreaming of Brycelinde,
     G#m           F#   Hm       A
Nor Avalon the grass-green hollow, nor Joyous Isle,
           D             A      F#   Hm
Where one found Lancelot crazed and hid him for а while;
   A       G                        F#
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 а golden bier.
Therein are many queens like Branwen and Guinevere;
And Niamh and Laban and Fand, who could change 
to an otter or fawn,

         H        F#       G#m             D#m
And the wood-woman, whose lover was changed to а blue-eyed hawk;
    G#m     F#           Hm              A
And whether I go in my dreams by woodland, or dun, or shore,
       D       A         F#          Hm
Or on the unpeopled waves with kings to pull at the oar,
        G                  F#             Hm  F#
I hear the harp-string praise them, or hear their mournful talk.

  Hm           G  Hm            A
Because of something told under the famished horn
Dm          A#      Dm          C#
Of the hunter"s moon, that hung between the night and the day,
   F         C#       A           Dm
To dream of women whose beauty was folded in dismay,
   C#       A#      A           D
Even in an old story, is а burden not to be borne.