My Love has gone to Avalon, the winter here's too cold
Em            D      G   Am C            D7          Em   D
As vanquished kings from Fields of Fog did in their days of old
Em             D          G         Am C            D7      Em      D
As she moves through shimmering climes and views the ancient stones
G       Bm            G          A         G          A       B7
I Stand here on my hill alone
Em       C         D7      Em