Home | Bards | Works | Events | Links | Files | Photos | Art | Search | Kingdom Bards | Login


Ivy


Lorelei Skye            


Chorus:
Coutiers dance and Heralds call
Lords and Ladies to the ball
On the outside looking in,
Are the flowers of the wall
Coutiers dance and Heralds call
Lords and Ladies to the ball
They galliard and they Pavanne,
While the flowers just look on
Verses:
A Maid of the mist[*] and shy
Watches the butterflies flit by
Jewel bright and sunlit fair
On the garlands everywhere
Yearns to join their flitting dance
Finds her legs in a moments glance
Reaches out for a partner there
Returns with an empty hand of air
Feels salt sting in her yellow eyes
She stays at the window, shy

A Lily of the Valley, Shy
Watches the Courtiers and Knights march by
Rapiers honed edge oh so bright
Broad swords shining in dawns light
Armor bright and chain mail fine,
Archers pass her in a line
She reaches out to enlist and train;
But all her reaching is in vain-
All the fighters pass her by,
The Lily of the Valley, shy

An Iris of the Sea Shore, Shy
Watches the Queen and King pass by
All their retinue so fair
In the livery sewn with care
Seneschal, and Chataline,
Foot Men and the young handmaids
She reaches out as they move past
She'd gladly help if only asked
They smile and wave and pass her by,
The Iris of the sea shore, shy

The maids at the window, shy
Watching the SCA pass by,
Buttercup, and Lily Fair,
Shore's Iris, at the casement there
Sea Salt tears caused roots to dry
With bitterness they've ceased to try
They'll take their leaves before the fall
Unnoticed flowers on the wall

[*] Maid of the Mist = a small buttercup

© 2003 Catherine Coate


Home | Bards | Works | Events | Links | Files | Photos | Art | Search | Kingdom Bards | Login


This page maintained by Cerian Cantwr, cerian@minstrel.com.