Through bramble and briar Under ash and oak I went to find the hidden folk They gave me guns and riches Cut gold thread with their teeth Every night I went to see them, no, I did not sleep And every cup they brought to me, oh, you know I did Drink deep Drink deep My eyes began to hollow, my skin began to fade What I thought was a night was a thousand years What I thought was a sip was a thousand tears But still, they said Drink deep Drink deep Like a thread that they spun was a woman's hair And the gowns, stitched from her tenderest flair And the cup that they brought up to my lips I realised I drank of myself Yes, it came from me It was made from me, ah Still I drank deep Still I drank deep, ah Oh-oh Oh-oh