The Elvenwell (I Can Give You...)

Elvenwell.

A lady with an elven skin
Came brisk and bright in my darkest dream
"I make a deal with you," she said
"If you show me the mud god made men of."

For I can give you, I can give
All the things you lost, all the things you miss
I can give you, I can give
Heaven gifts and hells darkest wishes.

She held the silence in her hands
Then she gave me to drink from the golden well
So gracefully and strong she was
Lulled me asleep in yonder grass.

For I can give you, I can give
All the things you lost, all the things you miss
I can give you, I can give
Heaven gifts and hells darkest wishes.

So she took me, so I went
On a carriage of ivory
Through mist and rain, to distant islands
Hearing her sing.

For I can give you, I can give
All the things you lost, all the things you miss
I can give you, I can give
Heaven gifts and hells darkest wishes.

Seven years and seven days, my heart, asleep
My chest in her white hands, alive, alive
She held me, but my fear remained
So I returned to the muddy well
To find friends and family buried and gone.

For I can give you, I can give
All the things you lost, all the things you miss
I can give you, I can give
Heaven gifts and hells darkest wishes.