Horslips
Charolais
Her words were sharp; they cut him deep,
In a war between the sheets.
But when he brought his bull to her
It meant a woman making war
Beyond the eiderdown.
The druids read the smoke and sand;
Told her that she would love again.
The rhythms from the wolfskin drums
Called men to war in hide and bronze.
This goddess wore a crown.
Charolais, charolais -
we are come for you today.
The champions and the Seven Sons are
come to take away the Donn
But the Fairy Child knew more;
Saw the host stained red in war,
Saw the hero-light around the head
Of a dragon-boy just ripe for bed
Of wives and manly sons
From Letras Mania