At Carreg Cair on the Calder Cam -
Gazed the Celtic eyes of Aran John,
Across a bay becalmed with fret
He breathed the dawn of the day he met.
Each draw of breath in cloud ensued
And sodden misted locks did run,
Yet ne’er a shiver from Aran John
For passion warmed this Celtic son.
Beholden, riding on the fret -
Across the Calder Cam,
Came riding, fathers of his past,
Savior’s for their lamb.
And breeze did blow on Carreg Cair -
Salted breath on sodden hair,
And voices sang on Calder Cam
And reached the ears of Celtic man.
So stirred the heart of Aran John,
And the bay did clear as he gazed on,
The path to take, afore him lay -
The Calder Cam it led the way.
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