romance

a sort of island rising to the heights
visions of bizarre towers and giant walls
heroes and heroines who set to rights
a sort of island rising to the heights

brilliant illuminated against the nights
the handsome and the gallant line the halls
a sort of island rising to the heights
visions of bizarre towers and giant walls

see coming here the masters of the falls
folk not undreamt but never kept in dream
the ladies curtsy and dream of the balls
see coming here the masters of the falls

the ones who answered the dramatic calls
bow to the ones who truthful judgment deem
see coming here the masters of the falls
folk not undreamt but never kept in dream

the rulers of the world province and theme
speak many tongues and dance to a wild tune
we wonder if things are just as they seem
the rulers of the world province and theme

significance becomes a fighting meme
the sane one stays no wiser than the loon
the rulers of the world province and theme
speak many tongues and dance to a wild tune

ladies appear whose lights challenge the moon
we understand that each one's a great queen
their power's not dissipated at the noon
ladies appear whose lights challenge the moon

we read the message in no script nor rune
yet all know full well just what it must mean
ladies appear whose lights challenge the moon
we understand that each one's a great queen

captains appear the bravest men we've seen
all crowd around them in a brilliant whirl
they're dressed for dance in royal blue and green
captains appear the bravest men we've seen

back in the corner showing patient mien
waits all unheeded a young angry girl
captains appear the bravest men we've seen
all crowd around them in a brilliant whirl

not one of them but would ride down a churl
to trap the fox which then they will not eat
great promises and oaths they easy hurl
not one of them but would ride down a churl

still in her corner playing with a curl
the bravest one of all they will not greet
not one of them but would ride down a churl
to trap the fox which then they will not eat

we know the battle comes and they'll be beat
by heathen folk whose anger's on the rise
we'll see far fewer of those nimble feet
we know the battle comes and they'll be beat

the glorious ones will go down to defeat
we'll see the brilliance depart from their eyes
we know the battle comes and they'll be beat
by heathen folk whose anger's on the rise

still in the shadows there lurks one more wise
who sees the lass and well knows her worth
promising that she'll give all a surprise
still in the shadows there lurks one more wise

one final battle comes for the last prize
and then our bravest girl will find her berth
still in the shadows there lurks one more wise
who sees the lass and well knows her worth

so at the end there'll be fresh time for mirth
after the arrows brilliant in their flights
chased the usurpers from our native earth
so at the end there'll be fresh time for mirth

but she'll set forth down the long silent firth
to find fresh hope and see more gentle sights
so at the end there'll be fresh time for mirth
after the arrows brilliant in their flights