When I set out for Lyonnesse
A hundred miles away
The rime was on the spray
And starlight lit my lonesomeness
When I set out for Lyonnesse
A hundred miles away

What would bechance at Lyonnesse
While I should sojourn there
No prophet durst declare
Nor did the wisest wizard guess
What would bechance at Lyonnesse
While I should sojourn there

When I came back from Lyonnesse
With magic in my eyes
None managed to surmise
What meant my godlike gloriousness
When I came back from Lyonnesse
With magic in my eyes!