Lyrics:

Barefoot in the evening dust
Ask the bronze girl who she trusts
To win the human race for us

And does she cry herself to sleep
Or will she in the morning speak
Of golden dreams and gypsy freaks

Who in Pandora's canyon roam
A teakwood treasure of her own
To light a stately pleasure dome

Barefoot in the mountain stream
That flows from music Hippocrene
We teach the young girl how to sing

From father's words and mother's heart
The sunrise of a newborn bard
The child born into minstrel's art

To summer's green and red rock flame
Where rubies on horizon hang
Inspiration is her name!

A coming child of night's delight
A Cain to Abel's fury right
Midsummer's nameless blessed child

A pearl of augury and sage
The arrow fixed upon its aim
The herald words upon the page

The children of this thousandth year
Will glide past shadowed valley fear
And shed they not a single tear

For Avalon approaches here
Avalon the path is clear!

Transposed by: TheDreadfulGreat