I feel the rumble beneath my feet,

Gob the rule  is who I have come to seek.

Standing tall as mountain high

Grounding energy you supply.

Oh Great Bull of the North

Let us now convort.

bellowing high and laughing low

Deep vibration you bestow.

Gnomes of old with knowledge few know

Dance with me and fill my soul.

As we weave the sacred path

I skip and play and start to laugh.

By:  Lord Gwydion Lyonesse

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