Merlin Copyright 1998 by Michelle Dockrey Based on _The Crystal Cave_ and _The Hollow Hills_ by Mary Stewart Am E F Dm The dark brooding boy in a corner alone Am(Am/E) F E E7 Whom power and vision so young the gods gave Am E F Dm The future foretold in the bright crystal cave Am E E Am (Am/C) The ruler of legend reborn to the throne He was feared and avoided, the dark young man grown A demon, folk whispered, must sure be his sire He faced down their murder with magic and fire And his true sire the Dragon King named him his own The Dragon King died to defend his land's might His son saw his mem'ry would ever be known The Giant's Dance lifted, the circle of stone "His grave I will deck with no less than the light." Chorus: Am Am Dm Am By gods and by stars and by magic's bright spark Am Am F E He labored his life for the legend restored Am Am7 Dm Dm7 The King to be shield and living sword Am/C Am E Am That Britain might not go down into the dark The Dragon King's brother, the new king by right In love with another lord's lady was he "Enchanter," he begged, "thou must bring her to me!" And the prophesied child was begotten that night But while the King lay with the lady entwined Her lord in a battle was slain unforeseen "Had thou but foretold this, I still would be clean This bastard I will not acknowledge as mine." The widowed lady the King took to wife And the child of the vision was born to the Queen "Enchanter," she begged, "Thou must take him unseen And raise him in secret, watch over his life." [chorus] Thus secretly lodged in a nobleman's care His true name concealed, and his prophesied end The enchanter as tutor the boy did befriend And began to make ready the Dragon King's heir He taught him of wars, and of lands o'er the sea Of maps and of stars, and of legends of old Of deeds great and evil, of kings rash and bold "The sum of all men and their lives you will be." [slower] At last the great day of the battle-call's horn In sight of all men and proclaimed by his sire He raised the great sword with its runes of white fire... "Whoso take this sword is the King rightwise born." [chorus]