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

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