Barefoot in the evening dust Ask the bronze girl who she trusts To win the human race for us And does she cry herself to sleep Or will she in the morning speak Of golden dreams and gypsy freaks Who in Pandora's canyon roam A teakwood treasure of her own To light a stately pleasure dome Barefoot in the mountain stream That flows from music Hippocrene We teach the young girl how to sing From father's words and mother's heart The sunrise of a newborn bard The child born into minstrel's art To summer's green and red rock flame Where rubies on horizon hang Inspiration is her name! A coming child of night's delight A Cain to Abel's fury right Midsummer's nameless blessed child A pearl of augury and sage The arrow fixed upon its aim The herald words upon the page The children of this thousandth year Will glide past shadowed valley fear And shed they not a single tear For Avalon approaches here Avalon the path is clear! Transposed by: TheDreadfulGreat