The Call Of The Falcons

In dreams I have seen the approach of this skein These birds who sail on even keels The falcons have woken, they're squawking their token The hillside resounds from their peals Down anchor, down anchor, hearts here know no rancour As our deeds shall reveal We meet in peace and greet the trustees Of the glorious Crown of Castile Come ashore, dear sons of Don Carlos My brother, my father, my son Too seldom we welcome such guests in our realm, come Your every will shall be done Though sultan his servant, I'll strive for my kinship I swear on my book and my crown Your freight may be late, your fate may be to wait Grant me and mine a little while May this delay cause no fray nor dismay Pray, tarry as kings on mine isle First tend to repairs, then share your rare wares As I shall go harvest the clouds Blessed be our union of crowns in communion Which the falcons promulgate aloud Come ashore, dear sons of Don Carlos My brother, my father, my son Too seldom we welcome such guests in our realm, come Your every will shall be done Though sultan his servant, I'll strive for my kinship I swear on my book and my crown Come ashore, dear sons of Don Carlos My brother, my father, my son Too seldom we welcome such guests in our realm, come Your every will shall be done Push off shore, dear sons of Don Carlos Ye travellers who dauntlessly roam Under the moon's crescent, winds wond'rous, incessant May steady your wings, bear you home Carry this message of love and of friendship I swear on my book and my, swear on my book and my Swear on my book and my crown