At the foot of the mount where the rock men dwell
And below the green plain where the goats graze
Tall reach the trees that Wintonwi hands
Called from the earth in Queen Ailynwy’s days.
They called from the earth the fether tree
They called to life the fair serenity
Of the trees as sweet as a melody
On the winds that blow from the crystal sea.
And the trees grew as tall as the clouds above