The Wedding

I used to know a place back in time , where lakes were crystal and mountains so high

I can remember a forest so bright , when roses of May used to bloom in the night

There was a place where love would find its way between a celt king and a northern girl

Hail to the groom , hail to the bride

Seven white pigeons were set free in the sky

The crowd cheered loud in the night until the daylight

We sail in the ight forever we’ll fight her face a mirror reflecting my eyes

And now my friend we’re approaching the end

My wedding will live and this day will remain