Oh My heart weeps to see my magical island again.
Oh My heart weeps to feel this isle of light again.
Oh My heart weeps to reach for this chalice again.

And drink to quench my inner thirst.

And to rise, above the Mist.
And to rise, above the Well.
And to rise above the Tor.

And to reach for Him who is Her.

To find freedom.
To find solace.
To find life.

Oh to see this place of wisdom, once again!

And finally reach my home.

As homeless, I wander through the world.

Home is in Glastonbury.
Home is in Avalon.
Home is in my heart.

...Let the mists rise.