A lady with an elven skin Came brisk and bright into my darkest dreams: "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, allt the things you miss I can give you, I can give Heaven gits 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 So she took me, so I went, On a carriage of ivory, Through mist and rain, to distant islands, Hearing her sing: 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 th muddy well, To find friends and family buried and gones