Three to One
| Lorelei Skye |
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I was singing a war song, full of old glory As the battle was fought over the hill When the canon then sounded, the soldiers drift homeward Weary, and hungry they came from the field I saw an old tiger, and asked of the battle I saw a sea fairer, and asked of the war I saw a strong king, on his arms bore a dragon And listened as they recounted the day The old tiger walked slowly, and sadly he answered "We won day, though sadly we lost I never saw battle, it was over too quickly The field outnumbered, they fought 3 to 1" He told an old story, of one other battle Where he found in the woods a lady fighter at siege Her honor guard gone, of their wounds they lay sleeping But she fought bravely onward, but fought 1 to 3 He came to her rescue, he never thought of it But by saving this Lady, he'd saved An Tir's queen He said, "bring me a war, full of old glory Bring me a battle, from times long ago When we stood together, brother to brother When we could distinguish the friend from the foe." The sea-fairer, staggered sat down for a rest Said, "the battle was fierce, as a gale at sea Hammering ship wall, and sail, and mast He was caught in the crush, where they fought 1 to 3" He told of a story, of one other battle The dragon king slept- the queen stood alone We ran to support her, lend arms to our neighbor We all stood together, and we all stood as one. All the known armies marched to her banner But she bade us to fight on, to honor her lord And balance the field, she knew we fought for her With this task accomplished; we laid on - all won Oh bring me a war, full of those hero's When 'we' were the us'es and 'they' wore modern clothes When war was for glory not for the bloodshed (Victory in honor, oath-breaking with justice) Though we fought with each other, our hearts beat as one. Oh bring back the times of honor and valor Bring back the age, decades ago When 'they' were the ones who walked in the mundane And we were the ones camped here below The King walked by proudly, and told of the battle "We lost this day, though also we won" The battle was over, seven minutes and counting But we fought hard, with valor- our hearts beat as one He told of the shield wall that stood out their peril He talked of the warriors lost on the wall Then went on his way, but my heart it was gladdened He couldn't be prouder, though they fought 3 to 1 I am a minstrel, I sing of their glory And as a bard, I sing to their pride I sing of the old days, of honor and valor And one can find honor, in fights 3 to 1! |
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