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lyrics
Stone of Mannan
In the town where I was born there was a very ancient stone
Named for a sea god, so they said
That never made much sense to me, forty miles from the sea
In a land where hills rise tall and rivers wend
And they never told us much about the men who hewed that stone
And dragged it to the Look-About-Ye Brae
Their voices are as still as that cold hard lump of stone
Their long-forgotten songs are at an end….
Did you look out from Dumyat on the night before your ride?
Across the fertile carseland where your people did abide.
Did you sing your songs of heroes and did you dare to hope your names
Would one day be immortal and be sung around the flames?
Did you ride out when the sun came up to show your loyalty?
To crush the heathen Saxon and push him back into the sea
Did you kneel down by your sacred stone to offer up your prayers?
For the old gods can be trusted in these god-forsaken days.
Did you cross the mighty river with the Ochils at your back?
Did you ever stop to think that you were never coming back?
O Manau Gododdin, your power will be broken
And your songs will all be forgotten by your children's children's, children.
Did you ride hard to Dunedin along the Roman way?
Did you swear upon your childrens' lives to never run away?
Did you drink hard of the coloured mead till everything went black?
Your warlord sat and waited… he planned out his great attack.
And after many homesick months did you set out on your quest?
Were your numbers swelled by allies from Gwynedd and the west?
Three hundred was your number as you came upon Catraeth
Swords and chain mail shining as you road towards to your deaths.
O Manau Gododdin, your power will be broken.
And your songs will all be forgotten by your children's children's children.
And some say only one came back and some say all were slain.
Three hundred fallen heroes left to rot upon the plain.
And was the heavy price you paid measured in the end?
By wailing Saxon children and women without their men.
For even though you hit them hard, of this there is no doubt.
Their kin came north for vengeance and they drove your people out.
O Manau Gododdin, your power it was broken.
And your songs are all long forgotten by your children's children's children.
O Manau Gododdin, your country it was taken.
And your language was forsaken by your children's children's children's children's children.
credits
from Year Of The Crow,
released February 5, 2019
Written by G. Andrew
Performed by Gallus Crows with Lou Marshall (whistle)
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