"Beneath The Barrow" lyrics

I laid down in a hollow hill
Where grasses hush and time stands still
The mound embraced me, soft and deep
And folded me in wondrous sleep

No shadow touched my slumbered grace
For light was there, a Sunlit place
It filled the Earth with gentle fire
Like dawn within a womb of mire

I dreamt of roots and wind and rain
Of blossoms breaking through the plain
The world turned slow above my bed
While I grew brighter, though still dead

No darkness touched my slumbered grace
For light was there, a Sunlit place
It filled the mound with warming fire
Like life within a womb of mire

I dreamt of roots and wind and rain
Of flowers breaking through the plain
The world turned slow above my head
While I grew lighter, though still dead

Then springtime stirred the ancient door
And I returned to stand once more
Not ghoul nor wight, but leaf and flame
The Elf I was, yet not the same

Then springtime stirred the mossy door
And I returned to walk once more
Not ghost nor wraith, but leaf and flame
Myself I was, yet not the same