Arthur's hall is mantled in the carded fleece of winter Guinevere sits veiled in her own thoughts Arthur laughs, but beneath the crown his hair is turning grey And by the fire, Merlin spends his days The portal opens and a maid as fair as apple blossoms Enters in as all rise to their feet Many knights stand in vain attempts to win her first attention And by the fire, Merlin sits and waits Hawthorn tree Your body burns away the winter's cold Stand by me And shade me from the sun My eyes are old, but still can see Threading through as though they were the golden fields of summer Maiden and sage meet within the light 'I have come for your power, and my name is Vivianne.' And by the fire, Merlin knows his fate From that day, no moment pa**ed when they were not together She grew in strength, as waning his grew dim Arthur's court wondered if love or enchantment held them bound The strange desire of Merlin and the maid Hawthorn tree Your body burns away the winter's cold Stand by me And shade me from the sun My eyes are old, but still can see Then they left, as autumn's leaves upon the moving water Camelot failed to solve the mystery Seasons pa**ed, and a woodsman came from distant Lyonesse Who knew the fate of Merlin and the maid He had seen a maiden fairer still than apple blossoms And an elderly man walking hand in hand They embraced, and when they parted there was only Vivianne And one more tree was standing in the glade Hawthorn tree Your body burns away the winter's cold Stand by me And shade me from the sun My eyes are old, but still can see My eyes are old, but still can see