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Ander's Widow

Hey Ho, There she goes,

Down to sit 'neath the Old Willow.

There to sing, and there to sew,

Sweet young Ander's Widow.

Never was a maid who kept house yet,

who'd woo the beast or tame the mule.

I'd be the luckiest man in town,

If only she'd accept this fool.

Hey Ho, There she goes,

Down to sit 'neath the Old Willow.

There to sing, and there to sew,

Sweet young Ander's Widow.

I feel no strain, and I'm light of heart,

When I hear her voice cross Tully's land

I'd prefer the fieldwork to the hearth,

To hear her sing that Old Gold Band.

Hey Ho, There she goes,

Down to sit 'neath the Old Willow.

There to sing, and there to sew,

Sweet young Ander's Widow.

Come Sunday morn in Heilig Town,

She'll bring her mending to the square.

And I will ask her for her hand,

And hope that she'll accept me there.

Hey Ho, There she goes,

Down to sit 'neath the Old Willow.

There to sing, and there to sew,

Sweet young Ander's Widow.

Balthorn Rose

Chorus

How like the rose to wither

how like the petals to fall

the blooded flower is cutdown

and it fell in Elerans hall

The fields of the northern hill

have bloomed across the ages

and with a seed there planted still

would shun the light of mages

But power dwells in summer sun

and fire burns in autumn

the winters cold and wrath may come

but spring will not be outdone

Chorus

Now under green fields glistening

a thorn will pierce those leary

and scent if with those listening

would cut a coarse soul weary

For spells the rainfall will recede

and cloudy skies will darken

some wind to blow the soft sea breeze.

over the northern hilland

Chorus

What stems from under dried out earth

that thirst for knowledge given

but taken by the grains lost worth

Will never keep one hidden

The dying cry out for the shore

the brittle air is smothered

by greed and fear that flower bore

the vows they tore asunder.

Chorus

Dragon's Wife

G | Em | C | D | Em | C | D | G

You say that you have heard the tales

and rightly so you may

But I have one that you will find

is newly sung today

I traveled over mountainside

And through the wind and rain

I stopped in Martha Burry’s Inn

But I'll not eat there again

And sometimes when I tread the peak

I’d hear a quiet sound

That settled in my wayward ear

And followed me around.

Em | C | G | D | Em | C | D | G

I am a bard, a wanderlust

And I am meant to sing

Light-footed and lark-hearted

mMy fingers love the strings

I left the road to follow fast

A whisper, a suggestion

To searched the mountainside I came

To ease my song obsession

I heard it in my blood and bones

A thunder in the air

Over jagged rock and stone

Into a dragons laire.

His scales where sterling silver

Tooth and claw a striking white

His voice was deep and dulcet as

It echo’d in the heights

“Womanling, you’ve left your fire

What did you think to find

For don't you know, I hunger and

We feast upon your kind.”

I am a bard, a wanderlust

And I am meant to sing

Light-footed and lark-hearted

My fingers love the strings

I answered in an honest truth

It was your voice that called

From through the mountainside I came

I have been clear enthralled

And if I die to hear you sing

My life is better lost

For just one song before I go

It would be worth the cost.

The Dragon laughed and settled down

He sang to me a tune

I couldn't help but sing along

It ended far too soon

“Would that the mountain had a heart,

Would that the wind had breath

If stars could hum, the ocean drum

Such music, light and death.”

I am a bard, a wanderlust

And I am meant to sing

Light-footed and lark-hearted

My fingers love the strings

We sang under that pale moonlight

And I bargained for my life

that I should stay forever and

become a dragon’s wife

I settled in the mountainside

An aria at dawn

Harmony at brightest day

At dusk an evensong

In time I told him who I’d been

He shared with me his name

But I am a creature of the air

My voice grew soft and strained

With every day I lived I lost

A little off my soul

And so my husband made a choice:

The Dragon let me go.

I am a bard, a wanderlust

And I am meant to sing

Light-footed and lark-hearted

My fingers love the strings

He gave to me a silver scale

Bound fast by a silver chain

He said to keep it by my heart

And there is still remains

The light is on the mountainside

A rumble in the clay

My husband sleeps under the sun

Where a napping dragon lay

I hoped that you enjoyed my song

For I'll be leaving soon

Im off to home and my own love

To sing a happy tune.

I am a bard, a wanderlust

and I am made to sing

Light footed and lark hearted

My fingers love the strings x2

ending refrain Em | D | Em | D | G | Em | D | G

Townsfolk of Gale

I'll tell you a tale, of the townsfolk of Gale,

who lived in the north, by the sea.

Each child was given, a flower forbidden,

and a liliput flower traditionally.

The liliput flower, had magical powers,

it healed the poisoned, and ill.

The forbidden flower, required a bower.

And left unattended may kill.

Now off in the east, lived a king and a beast

and both lived inside the same skin,

the beast and the king, were a threatening thing,

and so many had tried to slay him.

One night in the keep, when the king was asleep,

a shadow slipped into his rooms,

It stabbed at the king, what a frightening thing,

with a knife dipped in forbidden blooms.

Oh the guards were as quick, and the shadow was slit,

but the damage was done to the king.

So they gathered their own, for the king and the throne,

and they set off out west following.

The people were honored, though but simple farmers,

their king came to ask for the cure,

and the liliput flower, in his needed hour,

Healed the king poisoned before.

The king was quite happy and praised them quite gladly,

and for him they threw a great feast,

but the townsfolk knew not, of the ill to be wrought,

when you sit a bit long with a beast.

A guard walk along, but took one left turn wrong,

came out at that nursery bower,

What came to his mind, when what then did he find?

Not just those good liliput flowers?

That cry in the night, oh what graven a slight!

The forbidden flower of Gale

And so the beast king, could do only one thing,

they tried to explain, but they failed.

The king wouldn't hear, that you needed both there,

the forbidden bloom with the flower,

Together they worked, to counter the curse,

of a poison, a spell, of such power.

The king drew his sword, and each cry he ignored,

he slew the townsfolk and then

Child by child, he dragged into the wild,

and the beast then did eat all of them.

I'll tell you a tale, of the townsfolk of Gale,

who lived in the north by the sea

Each child was given, a flower forbidden,

and a liliput flower traditionally.

Traveler's Anthem

Through deep oaken valleys

in dark mountain passes

cross river and lake and occasional straight

my feet love the water,

the kneehigh wild grasses

man made cobble stone is not up to my gate

I tread the wild places

and know the rock landing

the hunting trail, country road, highway and track

I climb the cliff faces

my world ever standing

on earthen made floor from the countryside back

I sleep under starlight

in breath catching heather

or sometimes I rest in the deep forest nooks

the burrows and bracken

in rain or cloud weather

the fallen leaf tresses a roof in my crooks

My wandering ways lead

to clearings of hallow

the hill is my country the road is my home

the forest and woodland's

the green pasture fallow

I find ever peace when the further I roam.

I am the rough weather

A soft trodden route

the trail to the backlands, the marchland, the glade

I am the cool water

the crickling spout

that travels the lost ways through undergrowth shade

Someday you may meet me

In the gold field of grain

across the cold deserts or shoreline by night

On sloping wild hilllands

the rooted old by lane

that know the forgotten and carry the right.

And when our paths crossing

our eyes meet and catching

greet me with a smile and the nod of a friend

for I will know dwellings

And they know my singings

this traveler's tale from beginning to end.