The six, they came to the woods they say,

Ona bright spring morning, sunshine clad.

To the underworld a door a door sought they

And the last to come was Lynnaidd Ad.

They sat them down by a faerie ring,

But Lynnaidd said, “No, not for me.”

So she found a glen where the wild birds sing,

All unknowing there what she would see.

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Minstrel tales all say she’s gone

To a world of mist and dreams,

But those who will look beyond, may see

The elk and Lynnaidd Ad.

She found an oak where she sat  her down,

For the oak had called her there to be.

When, upon the glen rose a green mist ‘round

All enclosing Lynnaidd and the tree.

From out the mist, came the elk who said,

“I have come this day to challenge thee.”

When she would not move, the elk then said,

“Sweet Lynnaidd, will you follow me?”

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The mist arose, left the glen behind

And the  five awoke to find her gone.

And they mourned the friend that they could not find.

Though the dark was nigh, the still searched on.

They searched the wood and they searched the glen.

When the moon rose high, their hearts fell sad.

Then they found her cloak by a wild wood fen —

But the five went home without Lynnaidd Ad.

Chorus

The Tetons by

by Diana Stanley

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