
Date of issue: 16.11.2012
Song language: English
Ceridwen and Taliesin |
Silver moonlight dances |
From the mist of Tegid’s shore |
A lady looks upon her son |
Like many times before |
A she touches his face |
Fingers wet with the tears falling |
Her daughter stands beside her |
The fairest in the land |
How her son became so cursed |
She cannot understand |
But this mother’s love is a strong |
As her heart is beating |
And she calls to the Earth |
And the Earth hears her calling |
High up in the mountains |
Dinas Afferaon stands tall |
All magic and all mysteries |
Are held within these walls |
So she walks to the door |
As she does the door it opens |
Teach to me the mystery |
Of the Cauldron’s Brew |
Let Utter Darkness give way to light |
And be reborn anew |
Then the Awen will shine |
From the brow of the Eagle of the Sea |
And all will know his name |
From this land to the People of the Sidhe |
The lady sets the cauldron’s fire |
Tended by the hand |
Of Gwion Bach the innocent |
And Morda the blind man |
Who reached out his hand |
Place more wood |
Keep the cauldron boiling |
Then Morda he fell asleep |
Alas he din’t see |
Wood upon wood was added |
The inferno was the key |
To unlock the doors |
Of the Awen’s greatest mystery |
Three drops, burning skin |
And it’s Gwion how gained the power to see |
The cauldron cracks, the poison seeps |
Slowly across the land |
To kill the horses of Garanhir |
By the lakeshore where they stand |
Drinking and not knowing their fate |
As a hare runs fast across the land |
Ceridwen, Ceridwen |
Lady of the Cauldron |
Come see what they have done! |
Stolen your Cauldron’s power |
And betrayed your only son! |
Eyes wide, lips curl |
Anger on your face! |
Change your shape now lady! |
Be the hound, begin the chase! |
I shall be a running hare |
With sorrow and with mickle care |
Then I shall be a greyhound bitch |
And tear you from your skin! |
Then I shall be a flying wren |
The King of Birds, the King of Men |
Then I shall be a falcon grey |
And tear you from your skin! |
Then I shall be a salmon sleek |
Darting through a shallow creek |
Then I shall be an otter bitch |
And wrest you from your skin! |
I shall be a grain beneath the sun |
And you will never know which one |
Then I shall be a great black hen |
And take you deep within! |
Now you may be forgiven to think |
My tale is over and down |
But nine moons later |
She gave birth to a son |
That she wanted to kill |
But she placed in a coracle on the sea |
Garanhir’s salmon weir |
A catch was guaranteed |
But on this day a baby boy |
Cried out to be freed |
A radiant brow |
Shining bright for all to plainly see |
Taliesin is your name |
The greatest Bard that this land will ever see! |