Rhiannon's Air

I go my errand In my own manner: By land or water In my own way I go my quest And the light falls, lightly.

And all my warblers Make such sweet music No man who hears Can be a warrior For eighty years And the light falls, lightly.

Across the meadows, Through woodland shadows, By night or day In my own way I go my errand And the light falls, lightly.

So follow me slowly, O my dear pursuer, Only remember In my own way I go my quest And the light falls, lightly.