Original Submissions containing 'songs'
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What's a Zeina to Do? by Sanvean
Added on Feb 2, 2005Clearly of Tan Muark origin, this somewhat self-congratulatory song celebrates their cleverness.
Oh, my, what's a Zeina to do?
Lirathu's been stolen and red Jihae too.
And a templar a-scowling wants to chop me in two...
Oh, woe, what's a Zeina to do?
Oh my, what's a Zeina to do?
When accused of a-stealing moons numbering two?
By a hard hearted templar, all dressed in blue...
Oh, woe, what's a Zeina to do?
Oh, my, what's a Zeina to do?
I don't have the moons, and I'm quite frightened too...
I could look for an elf and say 'I blame it on you!'
But no elves in sight, what's a Zeina to do?
Oh, my, I know what I'll do...
I'll ask some large ransom for white Lirathu...
And skip out with the sid, ere the dawn comes anew...
Oh, my, that's what a clever Zeina would do.
Oh, woe, what's a Zeina to do?
The weather has cleared, and the moons shining through....
My clever plan's shattered, I must find something new!
'cause, for a Zeina, there's always -something- to do.
Oh, my, what's a Zeina to do?Lirathu's been stolen and red Jihae too.
And a templar a-scowling wants to chop me in two...
Oh, woe, what's a Zeina to do?
Oh my, what's a Zeina to do?
When accused of a-stealing moons numbering two?
By a hard hearted templar, all dressed in blue...
Oh, woe,...
Continue Reading...Wind Blows Over the Plains, The by Sanvean
Added on Feb 2, 2005This plaintive love song is a favorite among nomads and Northlanders, and is a standard of most bards' repertoires.
They say the wind blows over the plains,
... softly, softly....
And the tall grass bends, and the low trees too....
And all the while my heart's out there,
... wandering, wandering....
Looking for something by the name of you.
They say the wind blows over the plains,
...wildly, wildly....
And the nighthawks screech and the wild kanks too.
And all that while, my heart's out there
.. calling, calling....
Looking for something by the name of you.
And the wind blows to and the wind blows fro,
And my heart's held in my hand,
And the wind blows warm, the wind blows cold,
As I look for a place to stand.
They say the wind blows over the plains,
... always, always....
And the dry sand blows, and the red dust too.
And all that while my heart's out there,
.. lonely, lonely....
Looking and searching for something like you.
They say the wind blows over the plains,... softly, softly....
And the tall grass bends, and the low trees too....
And all the while my heart's out there,
... wandering, wandering....
Looking for something by the name of you.
They say the wind blows over the plains,
...wildly, wildly....
And...
Continue Reading...Love Comes Over the Plains by Sanvean
Added on Feb 2, 2005Attributed to a Whiran, Alkyone.
Like the wind that sweeps o'er the plains,
Swifter than flame, quicker than laughter,
Love comes, hair a-fly with her flutter,
And in her train comes joy trailing after.
Like the water which quenches your thirst,
Cooler than night wind, sweeter than wine,
Love flows, her eyes wild and wanton,
And in her kisses love grows like a vine.
Like the stones 'neath the traveller's feet,
Smoother than comfort, more solid than sand,
Love stays, settling her skirts all around her,
And with her smile, joy lifts its hand.
Like the fire which warms the once empty hearth,
Sparks from the stone, flames dying, lifting,
Love reaches out, ready to take you,
And in that touch joy comes like sand sifting.
Like the wind that sweeps o'er the plains,Swifter than flame, quicker than laughter,
Love comes, hair a-fly with her flutter,
And in her train comes joy trailing after.
Like the water which quenches your thirst,
Cooler than night wind, sweeter than wine,
Love flows, her eyes wild and wanton,
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