Along the streams of Galion

From the heel of a sage

Along the land of the science

In the dwelling dwellingof the moon

Along the Elf mound in the woods

In the light of the sun

Between the candle and the fire

In the dwelling dwellingof the moon

Into the mountain of Youth

I have come

In Nuada's arms long ago

I was born

Along the streams of Galion

From the heel of a sage

Along the land of the science

In the dwelling dwellingof the moon

Into the mountain of Youth

I have come

In Nuada's arms long ago

I was born