In the valley where the moons and lovers play Live two children who were born on Saturday One was dark, one was fair Fathered by the hawk, mothered by the mare Stranger children you have never seen Brothers of the forest and the sea One was land, one was air And they kept the fires burning there In a golden vessel and silver vase Kept them burning in the strange enchanted place Kept them burning to the sky For they knew someday the sun would die
