Oh Grecian maiden, take my hand
and guide me to your Holy Land,
where echoes from a time gone by,
before Olympus\' gods did die
sound sweeter than a sacred song.
Responding, my poor heart will long
to sup, with you, the sweet sublime
of legendary love, from time
that Aphrodite walked ashore
and stumbled, new-born, still unsure.
When standing shadow-less and still,
unclothed, not feeling morning chill,
she opened goddess’ eyes with smile,
breathed out her beauty to beguile.
And gracing Grecian island sand,
her touch baptised it: Holy Land!