The maiden sits upon the stair,
(The power’s in the stone)
And births a son twixt earth and air,
(Touch magic, pass it on.)
And at her feet a burning tree,
(The magic’s in the stone)
That is as green as green can be,
(Touch magic, pass it on).
And at her back a mossy well,
(The glory’s in the stone)
For water does complete the spell,
(Touch magic, pass it on).
Earth, air, fire, water—words—
(The naming’s in the stone)
Attend the infant mage’s birth,
(Touch magic, pass it on).
She leaves him there, still bright with blood,
(The dying’s in the stone)
Hard by the green and burning wood,
(Touch magic, pass it on).