(from "Under the Sun" by Sugar Ray)
5 uses
I am going to have to blame Miaren for this one...
(original lyrics)
Kitchener, Canadian setting
Where the city don't know what the city is getting
The creme de la creme of the fae world in a
Show with everything but David Bowie
(from Ticket to Ride by the Beatles)
(with apologies to J.C. Fogerty)
Catch a shadow by the wall
Don't look down or else you'll fall
What certain Sons did cruelly rend
With pattern, blood, and song we'll mend
Dressed in thistle, crowned with bay
Slipping in behind the day
Painted, plaited, flower-strewn,
Beat the bodhran fierce in tune
Come alone or come together
Best the song in worst of weather
Writhing, twisting, turning, sliding,
Always here our time abiding
'til their minds are quite besotten
Mother's warnings all forgotten
Hands tight clasped we'll all round turn
And set the fire quick to burn
Cast your lot and lay your bet
Weave the steps into a net
Leave the Gate thrown wide open
And lure the weary traveler in
Never tire, reaching higher, sing the fire, fire higher!
Never tire, reaching higher, sing the fire, fire higher!
Never tire, reaching higher, sing the fire, fire higher!
Never tire, reaching higher, sing the fire, fire higher!
Once upon a time, when the Earth was still young, there lived a Forest of Trees. They were beautiful, these Trees. They were fed the crystal-clear waters of the River who in turn feeds her daughter-rivers. In the morning, they raised their heads, their branches to the life-giving sun. In the night, they swayed their branches under the mother moon and the tracery of the Stars, dancing and singing with the wind.
