Lyrics:
Barefoot in the evening dustAsk the bronze girl who she trustsTo win the human race for usAnd does she cry herself to sleepOr will she in the morning speakOf golden dreams and gypsy freaksWho in Pandora's canyon roamA teakwood treasure of her ownTo light a stately pleasure domeBarefoot in the mountain streamThat flows from music HippocreneWe teach the young girl how to singFrom father's words and mother's heartThe sunrise of a newborn bardThe child born into minstrel's artTo summer's green and red rock flameWhere rubies on horizon hangInspiration is her name!A coming child of night's delightA Cain to Abel's fury rightMidsummer's nameless blessed childA pearl of augury and sageThe arrow fixed upon its aimThe herald words upon the pageThe children of this thousandth yearWill glide past shadowed valley fearAnd shed they not a single tearFor Avalon approaches hereAvalon the path is clear!Transposed by: TheDreadfulGreat