A Faery wand that crosses the sea, from ages past
has now been found by me and mine at last at last.

Made of gold from in the Earth, and precious jewels of sacred worth
From hand to hand and time to time...



I hold the wand for now tis mine.

Tis mine to hold and hold up high... and guard the shore and guard the sky.

And when I am done, my life no more...the wand will pass on and on to more and more



They gather now with eyes that shine and see and care.. for what is one wand held in my hand
becomes a host and holds the land.