Along the streams of Galion From the heel of a sage Along the land of the science In the dwelling, dwellingof the moon Along the Elf mound in the woods In the light of the sun Between the candle and the fire In the dwelling, dwellingof the moon Into the mountain of Youth I have come In Nuada's arms long ago I was born Along the streams of Galion From the heel of a sage Along the land of the science In the dwelling, dwellingof the moon Into the mountain of Youth I have come In Nuada's arms long ago I was born