Song of the three sisters
M. Lang
Three sisters by the Sacred Spring
sit soft eyed, and sing;
Ah! The sunset colors die,
The moon comes up the sky,
To the melody of the sisters three,
Under the Sacred Tree.
Ah!
It follows the stars along,
And they too shine to the song,
The evensong of the sweetest singers that be,
Ah!
Love and Hope,
Love and Hope and Memory.
Ah!
Love and Hope,
Love and Hope and Memory.