Old Man From The Barrow

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?