Come with me. Woman of light.
Where the stars are born...
Your hair is leaves.
Your body is snow.
Your teeth are white.
your eyelashes are black,
joy for the eyes
your cheeks are rosy.
The plain of Fal is desolate
for those who have seen the Great Plain.
With come to me. Woman of light,
where the stars are born...
My people walk proudly
and the wine flows in rivers.
You will have a crown on your head
and meat and beer
and milk and honey.
Magical land...
There no one dies
before they are old.
Ancient Irish lyric. Sec'. IX
The god Midir invites the woman who in the past was his love
and is now the wife of the king of Tara.
to follow him into his magical kingdom beyond the Ocean. ..
the Land of Youth, where the wine flows in rivers
and no one dies before they are old.