Fairer than aught thine eyes hast ever seen
There all the year, the fruit is on the tree
And all the year, the bloom is on the flower
There with wild honey drip the forest trees
The stores of wine and mead will never fail
No pain nor sickness know the dweller there
Death and decay come to him nevermore
The feast shall cloy not, nor the chase shall tire
And music rings forever in the hall
The gold and the jewels of the Land of Youth
Outshine all splendors ever dreamed by thee
Thou shall have horses of a faerie breed
And thou shall have hounds that outrun the wind
A thousand chiefs will follow you in song
A hundred maidens sing you to your sleep
A crown of sovereignty thy brow shall wear
And by thy side a magic blade shall hang
And thou shall be lord of all the Land of Youth
And lord of Niam of the golden hair.