The Battle of Evermore - Mandolin / Guitar Mix from Headley Grange

Queen of light took her bow

And then she turned to go,

The prince of peace embraced the gloom

And walked the night alone.

Oh, dance in the dark of night,

Sing to the morn - ing light.

The dark lord rides in force tonight

And time will tell us all.

Oh, throw down your plow and hoe,

Rest not to lock your homes.

Side by side we wait the might

Of the darkest of them all.

I hear the horses' thunder

Down in the valley blow,

I'm waiting for the angels of avalon,

Waiting for the eastern glow.

The apples of the valley hold,

The seas of happiness,

The ground is rich from tender care,

Repay, do not forget, no, no.

Oh,-------dance in the dark of night,

Sing to the morning light.

The apples turn to brown and black, the tyrant's face is red.

Oh the war is common cry, pick up you swords and fly.

The sky is filled with good and bad

That mortals never know.

Oh, well, the night is long, the beads of time pass slow,

Tired eyes on the sunrise, waiting for the eastern glow.

The pain of war cannot exceed

The woe of aftermath,

The drums will shake the castle wall,

The ring wraiths ride in black, ride on.

Sing as you raise your bow,

Shoot straighter than before.

No comfort has the fire at night

That lights the face so cold.

Oh dance in the dark of night,

Sing to the mornin' light.

The magic runes are writ in gold

To bring the balance back, bring it back.

At last the sun is shining, the clouds of blue roll by,

With flames from the dragon of darkness

The sunlight blinds his eyes.