Sleep, interred Within old Avalon Steeped, withered In waters gone Reap your burnt Baubles from Babylon But weep for naught For nothing's wrong And though were still young The wolves walk The rivers run Llewelyn The wolves walk The rivers run The wolves walk in rivers Keep them furled Our secrets, paper-bound Beneath the burled Oak that we found Grieving birds The egrets gather round With words unheard They call us now And though you're still young The wolves walk The rivers run Llewelyn The wolves walk The rivers run The wolves walk in rivers Higher, higher Higher, higher Higher, higher Higher