Rocks of the Sea sit on the hill,

quietly reminding me to be still,

to ponder the trickster, lover and judge.

The wanderer again giving a nudge.

You are nearer to Manannán

than someone he slayed.

Are you he, is he you?

Is this all a charade?

When the mounds were destroyed

did they send you away?

o’er the land, ‘cross the void

were you filled with dismay?

Rocks of the Sea sit on the hill,

quietly reminding me to be still,

to ponder the trickster, lover and judge.

The wanderer again giving a nudge.

Did you murder your cranes?

Did you murder your wife?

Did they naturally die?

Did it cut like a knife?

Fair judgement returned

as your magic grew

when you left for the Sea

to the waters you knew.

Rocks of the Sea sit on the hill,

quietly reminding me to be still,

to ponder the trickster, lover and judge.

The wanderer again giving a nudge.

For it all had begun,

under water for you.

So to water you went

to refresh and renew.

Is it time to come back

to reside on your hill?

The path is restored.

Come back, if you will.

Rocks of the Sea sit on the hill,

quietly reminding me to be still,

to ponder the trickster, lover and judge.

The wanderer again giving a nudge.

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