Banks Of Avalon
(Tune: trad., "Banks Of Sicily")

Fare ye well, ye banks of Avalon,
Fare ye well, ye magical shores,
When there's time, we'll mourn the loss of ye,
Oberon's Children are lea-ving.

Lord Oberon speaks, it is time to decide,
We Children must give up our glory and pride,
And leave this fair island to sail with the tide,
To the world of the mortals depar-ting.

Fare ye well, ye banks of Avalon,
Fare ye well, ye magical shores,
When there's time, we'll mourn the loss of ye,
Oberon's Children are lea-ving.

The Banshee is weeping, the Lady is pale,
Coyote and Raven aren't eager to sail,
And Odin looks grim as the teeth of a gale,
For the world of the mortals is wai-ting....

Fare ye well, ye banks of Avalon,
Fare ye well, ye magical shores,
When there's time, we'll mourn the loss of ye,
Oberon's Children are lea-ving.

The Three Weird Sisters are standing apart
They'll not come along when the Children depart
Instead they will guard the fair isle with their art,
From the world of the mortals defen-ding.

Fare ye well, ye banks of Avalon,
Fare ye well, ye magical shores,
When there's time, we'll mourn the loss of ye,
Oberon's Children are lea-ving.

The Puck he is grinning, the Puck he is glad,
The island's been dull, so this isn't that bad;
There's tricks to be played and there's fun to be had,
And the world of the mortals is call-ling.

Fare ye well, ye banks of Avalon,
Fare ye well, ye magical shores,
When there's time, we'll mourn the loss of ye,
Oberon's Children are lea-ving.

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