In the valley where the moons and lovers play

Live two children who were born on Saturday

One was dark, one was fair

Fathered by the hawk, mothered by the mare

Stranger children you have never seen

Brothers of the forest and the sea

One was land, one was air

And they kept the fires burning there

In a golden vessel and silver vase

Kept them burning in the strange enchanted place

Kept them burning to the sky

For they knew someday the sun would die