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Goldmoon's Song
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The grasslands are endless,
And summer sings on,
And Goldmoon the princess
Loves a poor man''s son.
Her father the chieftain
Makes long roads between them;
The grasslands are endless, and summer sings on.
The grasslands are waving,
The sky's rim is gray,
The chieftain sends Riverwind
East and away,
To search for strong magic
At the lip of the morning,
The grasslands are waving, the sky's rim is gray.
0 Riverwind, where have you gone?
0 Riverwind, autumn comes on.
I sit by the river
And look to the sunrise,
But the sun rises over the mountains alone.
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The grasslands are fading,
The summer wind dies,
He comes back, the darkness
Of stones in his eyes.
He carries a blue staff
As bright as a glacier;
The grasslands are fading, the summer wind dies.
The grasslands are fragile,
As yel1ow as f1ame ,
The chieftain makes mockery
Of Riverwind's claim.
He orders the people
To stone the young warrior:
The grasslands are fragile, as yellow as flame.
The grassland has faded,
And autumn is here.
The girl joins her lover,
The stones whistle near,
The staff flares in blue light
And both of them vanish;
The grasslands are faded, and autumn is here.
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Kender Wandering Song
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Old Danillo Twill had a hundred bags o' gold,
And a dozen times more silver than he could ever hold,
But he lost it all at knucklebones, till he didn't have a crumb,
Still, there'll always be more where that came from.
There' always more where that came from,
So strike up the pipes and bang on the drum,
Now don't be cross, lads, and don't be glum,
'Cause there's always more where that came from.
Before a year was done, good old Dan was rich again,
Shipping mead, wine and grog out across the salty main,
Then all his ships went down with their holds all full o' rum,
Still, there'll always be more where that came from.
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Old Dan built himself a mansion, with twenty-seven
floors,
Four-and-sixty windows, and twice as many doors,
But it burned right down to the ground and he moved into the slum,
Still, there'll always be more where that came from.
Now some folk, they might say old Dan's luck is running black,
But no matter what he loses, one day soon he'll win it back,
'Cause all you need's a hoopak and a merry tune to hum,
And there'll always be more where that came from.
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Old Plainsman Lullaby
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Hush baby, sleep baby, nighttime is here
And the moons circle round up above in the skies.
The evening is calm and the blanket is soft,
Time to rest, time to sleep, close your eyes.
So hush baby, sleep baby, don't stay awake,
Let your dreams carry you to a world far away.
A world that is peaceful, a world filled with love,
Where all children share laughter and play.
So sleep till the dark fades away.
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Solamnic Death
Chant
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Return this man to Huma's breast:
Let him be lost in sunlight,
In the chorus of air where breath is translated;
At the sky's border receive him.
Beyond the wild, impartial skies
Have you set your lodgings,
In cantonments of stars, where the sword aspires
In an arc of yearning, where we join in singing.
Grant to him a warrior's rest.
Above our singing, above song itself,
May the ages of peace converge in a day,
May he dwell in the heart of Paladine.
And set the last spark of his eyes
In a fixed and holy place
Above words and the borrowed land too loved
As we recount the ages.
Free from the smothering clouds of war
As he once rose in infancy,
The long world possible and bright before him,
Lord Huma, deliver him.
Upon the torches of stars
was mapped the immaculate glory of childhood;
From that wronged and nestling country,
Lord Huma, deliver him.
Let the last surge of his breath
Perpetuate wine, the attar of flowers;
From the vanguard of love, the last to surrender,
Lord Huma, deliver him.
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Take refuge in the cradling air
From the heart of the sword descending,
From the weight of battle on battle;
Lord Huma, deliver him.
Above the dreams of ravens where
His dreams first tried a rest beyond changing,
From the yearning for war and the war''s ending,
Lord Huma, deliver him.
Only the hawk remembers death
In a late country; from the dusk,
From the fade of the senses, we are thankful that you,
Lord Huma, deliver him.
Then let his shade to Huma rise
Out of the body of death, of the husk unraveling;
From the lodging of mind upon nothing, we are thankful that you,
Lord Huma, deliver him.
Beyond the wild, impartial skies
Have you set your lodgings,
In cantonments of stars, where the sword aspires
In an arc of yearning, where we join in singing.
Return this man to Huma's breast
Beyond the wild, impartial skies;
Grant to him a warrior's rest
And set the last spark of his eyes
Free from the smothering clouds of wars
Upon the torches of the stars.
Let the last surge of his breath
Take refuge in the cradling air
Above the dreams of ravens where
Only the hawk remembers death.
Then let his shade to Huma rise
Beyond the wild, impartial skies.
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Borlos' Ballad
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The silver moon shines down on me,
And on my lady fair - oh,
It glows within her eyes of green,
And in her golden hair - oh.
In years gone by, the moon has heard
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Our laughter and our tears - oh,
It listened as we shared our love,
Our hopes and wants and fears - oh.
It's light has seen our limbs entwined,
Her body clasped to mine - oh,
It breathed the perfume of her breath -
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Three Sheets
to the Wind
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Sing as the spirits move you,
Sing to your doubling eye,
Plain Jane becomes Lovable Lindas
When six moons shine in the sky.
Sing to a sailor's courage,
Sing while the elbows bend,
A ruby port your harbor,
Hoist three sheets to the wind.
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Sing while the heart is cordial,
Sing to the absinthe of cares,
Sing to the one for the weaving road,
And the dog, and each of his hairs.
All of the waitresses love you,
Every dog is your friend,
Whatever you say is just what you mean,
So hoist three sheets to the wind.
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Ancient Centaur
Song
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Elessan ho palethai nisi,
Hé temon adrabai leomon,
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Pithander, gonaios salisi,
Hé oidren lelémoras tomon.
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Centaur Funeral Song
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From the sky the rain,
The rain kisses the earth.
From the earth the tree,
The tree yields its fruit.
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The fruit feeds the man,
The man lives and dies,
He lies among the flames,
They rise into the sky.
From the sky the rain...
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