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