The Old Man from the Barrow
Came to sing for me last night
He stood outside my window
When the moon was full and bright
His face was hard as diamond;
His eyes were cold as ice
His voice was like a bond
That gripped me in a vise

And he sang to me--
Of the stars overhead
Of his home underground
And he'd come to be wed
Though I heard not a sound
As he sang to me

He trod upon the crystals
Of the newly forming frost
With each step I felt a thrill
And I knew I was lost
Bathed within the moonlight
His coat of verdigris
I knew I could not fight
For he had come for me

The Old Man from the Barrow
Will return again tonight
As the icy wind does blow
We'll perform the ancient rite;
For what's bred within the bone
Is revealed in the flesh
Had my ancestors known
Or could this be their wish?