Song of Amergin Lyrics

The origins of this Irish poem are lost to history

Perhaps over 2000 years old, it was first written down in the 11th century in the Lebor Gabala Erenn (Book of the Taking of Ireland)

I read over several English translations of the original Old Irish and created this song

It is an artistic and poetic creation, rather than a reflection of a literal translation

I am the wind over open ocean

I am a wave on the stormy sea

The sound of water that brings emotion

Who knows the tides of moon but me?

I am a hawk on a rocky cliff side

I am a stag in a forest green

With seven points on his antlers mounted

I see with eyes that can see the unseen

I am a drop of the gold sun's power

I am a petal of the fairest flower

The raging boar in his battle hour

A salmon swimming in a deep green pool

I am a lake in a fertile valley

A stone circle on a white chalk plain

I am the fire that burns within you

I am the death, of every hope made in vain

I am the mountain of poets' art

I am the arrow that pierces the heart

I have no ending,

I have no start

I am, I am, I am

Who but I knows the secret treasure

Buried deep in an old king's grave?

Who but I knows where the sun is sleeping?

Who but I calls the winds and the rains?

I am the queen of every hive of honey

I am the sword of every battle that is won

I call the people 'round about me

I make divisions

Into One