Theme: Autumn Stars, Turning of Seasons.
Special Conditions: 3-8 Minutes Long.
Performed at:Â Celebration of Autumn StarsÂ
Awarded:Â Second Place, 25000gp.
Special Conditions: 3-8 Minutes Long.
Performed at:Â Celebration of Autumn StarsÂ
Awarded:Â Second Place, 25000gp.
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Autumn Stars
The moon was bright on Mhigan sands,
The pale globe brought the tide,
The cold green water's greedy hands,
They clutched shore far and wide.
There stood a man put out to sea,
He told his love, 'My dear,
When I’m gone, will you wait for me?
I’ll come by end of year.’
CHORUS:
‘I will wait for you until the ice grows hot,
Until the autumn sun grows cold,
Until the high cliffs of Theuearl rot
And lagoons of Rothlyt mould.’
The warrior boarded his ship,
Sails sheeted far from home,
The water gurgled at it's lip,
And whitened into foam.
Moons passed by, but ‘twas no more word,
Came from that roving soul,
No welcomed words were overheard,
Nor letter on writ scroll.
CHORUS:
‘I will wait for you until the ice grows hot,
Until the autumn sun grows cold,
Until the high cliffs of Theuearl rot
And lagoons of Rothlyt mould.’
The seventh year men gave up hope,
And swore that he was dead.
They had the bell tolled thrice by rope,
The burial words read.
Then it was that the winds set cold,
And danced from the south-east,
The great salt water running bold,
Lost lover’s eyes did weep.
CHORUS:
‘I will wait for you until the ice grows hot,
Until the autumn sun grows cold,
Until the high cliffs of Theuearl rot
And lagoons of Rothlyt mould.’
Gently did the cold wind blow on silken cheek,
Lingering scent of tobacco cigars,
Caressed whisper scattered damp streak,
Became thus the Autumn stars....
The pale globe brought the tide,
The cold green water's greedy hands,
They clutched shore far and wide.
There stood a man put out to sea,
He told his love, 'My dear,
When I’m gone, will you wait for me?
I’ll come by end of year.’
CHORUS:
‘I will wait for you until the ice grows hot,
Until the autumn sun grows cold,
Until the high cliffs of Theuearl rot
And lagoons of Rothlyt mould.’
The warrior boarded his ship,
Sails sheeted far from home,
The water gurgled at it's lip,
And whitened into foam.
Moons passed by, but ‘twas no more word,
Came from that roving soul,
No welcomed words were overheard,
Nor letter on writ scroll.
CHORUS:
‘I will wait for you until the ice grows hot,
Until the autumn sun grows cold,
Until the high cliffs of Theuearl rot
And lagoons of Rothlyt mould.’
The seventh year men gave up hope,
And swore that he was dead.
They had the bell tolled thrice by rope,
The burial words read.
Then it was that the winds set cold,
And danced from the south-east,
The great salt water running bold,
Lost lover’s eyes did weep.
CHORUS:
‘I will wait for you until the ice grows hot,
Until the autumn sun grows cold,
Until the high cliffs of Theuearl rot
And lagoons of Rothlyt mould.’
Gently did the cold wind blow on silken cheek,
Lingering scent of tobacco cigars,
Caressed whisper scattered damp streak,
Became thus the Autumn stars....
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