MY ELLAN VANNIN

MY ELLAN VANNIN

There's an old man in his garden talking to his plants, pruning those who have given their beauty so others flowers can grow

He smiles to the world and looks up and sees his wife doing the washing up in the kitchen looking at him through the window, while their cat follows her husband.

There's a peace, in his heart like he has never known before

a love the land he now calls home

a long felt call drew them both here

and here is home forever

Ellan Vannin, oh dearest Ellan Vannin

the ancient and wise ones

the celts, the vikings, others unkown

all have called you home and loved you

now it is our turn to return

to hear you call, to see your beauty

to be with you for eternity

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