On A Crisp As Bacon Morning

With The Sunshine On My Head

From The Twilight Of The Dawning

Raised Myself Up From My Bed

Fixed Mine Eyes Upon A Favour

Like No Mortal Eye Behold

Then I Chose To Taste The Flavour

Of The Ancient Of The Old



On A Chill As Winter Evening

In A Doubtful Circumstance

He Stopped The Evil Breathing

Of A One Time's Serpent's Chance

Old Black Sea With Silver Lining, How I Long With All My Soul

To Quaff The Mystic Fragrance

Of The Ancient Of The Old



From A Red As Amber Burning

With The Chalice In My Hand

I Know There Is No Turning

I Must Now Obey Command

At Last Decree Has Destined

Now The Mystery Untold

Will Shine In All It's Glory

From The Ancient Of The Old