Nightingales Over the White Cliffs of Dover, Bluebirds in Berkeley Square

Oh there's nightingales over the white cliffs of Dover
There's bluebirds in Berkeley Square
The first raven of summer is hoarse like the dove
That croaks fatal entrance there
And this hand casts shadows throughout the land

How bitter the scent of the rose in your hand
But soft is the thorn on the palm
How gentle the rocks that cushion the fall
While hurricanes spin the world calm
And this hand casts shadows throughout the land

Now Grendel sings lullabies in Heorot Hall
And swears that he'll porter no more
The blood on his claw is the lay of the land
His key is the bar on the door
And this hand casts shadows throughout the land

Now something is born in the still of the night
And weaned on the moon, slips away
The roost is full, and the night is long
That never finds the day
And this hand casts shadows throughout the land

For there's nightingales over the white cliffs of Dover
There's bluebirds in Berkeley Square
The first raven of summer is hoarse like the dove
That croaks fatal entrance there
And this hand casts shadows throughout the land