From sea to sea,
from age to age,
from world to world:
the kind mane of the gracious one
-the auborn flusters of hair
-have been there:
>From sea to sea,
from age to age,
from world to world.
Upon the rocky shores of Narnia,
to the unconcious deeds to Him at the
temples of Tash,
to the stone tablet-
where He shed bloods of divinity that fell as stars and shook like giants
-to the seas beyond,
to the deserts of Bethleham:
from which He became a Man;
to sacrifice His Holy Blood
for the wretches of ourselfs.
Oh, Aslan's Mane...
>From sea to sea,
from age to age,
from world to world.
To the Timeless Halls
where His father sung the song of life,
as a Vala spirit:
leading people to His way;
the way to Undying Lands
across Bay of Belar to the Undying Lands...
through the Gulf of Lune.
>From the Undying Lands to His country:
He let not one creature enter with out the breath of Him, without the love of the mane;
Aslan's Mane.
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