and i think of you now as a dream that i had long ago in a kingdom lost in time in a forest of evening the archer is bending a bow and i see you bring him bread and wine down the legions of years the invaders have taken this land and bent you to their will and the memories fade of the ancients and all that they had though the magic lingers round you still oh who would walk the stony roads of merlin s time and keep the watch along the borderline and who would hear the legends passed in song and rhyme upon the shepherd pipes of merlin s time