The sea beasts scull the waters 

Feeling fear for thee 

The hawks that tamed the skies 

Wish you so well to be. 



A Foal in the fields 

With the bless of the hills your 

Shore and you're poor and your sore feetys 

Ne'er to be bore 

By man's claw. 



The horned dog guarding grandly 

Daughters of the Sun 

At night in twilight groves 

His pray for you is begun. 



You foal in the fields 

With the bless of the hills on your 

Shore and you're poor and your sore feetys 

Ne'er to be bore By man's claw. 



The bull of gold that's old 

Beyond the songs of man 

Keeps watch upon the fates 

When they misweave your strand. 



O Foal in the fields 

With the bless of the hills on your 

Shore and you're poor and your sore feetys 

Ne'er to be bore 

By man's claw. 



UFO, UFO you are UFO, 

UFO you are UFO, 

UFO you are, a colt.