Along the streams of Galion
From the heel of a sage
Along the land of the science
In the dwelling, dwellingof the moon

Along the Elf mound in the woods
In the light of the sun
Between the candle and the fire
In the dwelling, dwellingof the moon

Into the mountain of Youth
I have come
In Nuada's arms long ago
I was born

Along the streams of Galion
From the heel of a sage
Along the land of the science
In the dwelling, dwellingof the moon

Into the mountain of Youth
I have come
In Nuada's arms long ago
I was born