Glastonbury is a nightmare Avalon is a dream The mirror mists with magic and myth and tales of kings and queens. Some say this is the planet's heart, a chakra, one of only seven Some say a temple of the stars The land reflects a map of heaven Here, so they say, King Arthur lay beside his Guinevere. Here they say a blossom bloomed That came from Arimathea. Glastonbury is a nightmare Avalon is a dream The mirror mists with magic and myth and tales of kings and queens. Before the Abbey was a church not made by human hand Twelve hermits met to mark the mass The first church in this land. An Abbey raised to the glory of God torn down by lust and greed Is now a sanctuary of peace For a small entrance fee Glastonbury is a nightmare The holy thorn defaced By those who do not understand the magic of this place. Glastonbury is a nightmare where juggernauts hold sway The people squeezed against the wall Out on the Chilkwell way to where we see St Michael's tower, a church by dragon's power struck down. A pulse that beats across the Earth, draws people in from miles around. They come to dance, they come to pray They come to hear the music play Some come in search of mystic treasures Some are pilgrims, some seek pleasure. You can spot the wizards, they have pointy beards You can spot the pixie people, they have pointy ears Some come seeking arcane knowledge Some seek an invisible college And often those who come are changed Some are blessed and some deranged Where starlings murmur and bitterns boom You may find a grail to sooth your wounds Find nature's magic in this place where myths and magic interlace. Where dragons dance, the white and red where Bridie spins a delicate thread And maybe we're not all believers but in this tapestry we're all weavers And yes, there is much here to treasure Right here, this room, these bards, our friends. Mystic or not we share our breathing Inspired by mysteries again. If Glastonbury is a nightmare and Avalon a dream The mirror reflects our magic power We all are kings and queens. You all are Gods and Goddesses (like everybody else) I'm blessed enough to have some mead I'll raise it now to your good health. MAY GLASTONBURY FLOURISH! © Stephen Radford 2022