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e D G A C D e A e
My love has gone to Avalon, the winter here's too cold,
D G A C D e h G
as vanquished kings from fields of fog did in their days of old.
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And as she moves through shimmering climes and views the ancient stones,
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I stand here on my hill, alone.
I did as much as I could do to bind my love to stay.
From Lothian to Tintagel's, a long and weary way.
No warlock Celt am I to bind her fancy to my own,
I stand here on my hill, alone.
My city stands full in my gaze, a proud and empty shell.
A ruined chapel mocks the view above barren well.
An icy breeze from Greenland's coast denies a futile son,
I stand here on my hill, alone.
Perhaps I'll go to Westmorland, where hills are not so high.
Or make my way to Anglia, where Lowland pastures lie.
A darkened town's no place of rest for one who saw it shine.
I stand here on my hill, alone.
My love has gone to Avalon, the winter here's too cold ,...
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