I've heard a wee bit more of Le Vent du Nord of late than has previously been my priviledge, and while I've never heard a track of theirs that I didn't like, I thought this song stood out among their best.
Mind, I haven't the slightest as to what they're saying, yet I don't particularly feel the loss of verbal cues, given the musical ones. If you're missing a word or two, you can join me in being at the mercy of their wonderfully informative official band website; come to find out, the words convey every bit as fond and as sad a sentiment as the tune suggests.
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Bullfinch's Mythology says that Geoffrey of Monmouth wrote of King Arthur: "Over his shoulders he throws his shield called Priwen. . .Girt with Caliburn, a most excellent sword, and fabricated in the isle of Avalon, he graces his right hand with the lance named Ron."