For Those Who Fight the Flooding
| Wyndreth Berginsdottir |
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copyright 1997--karen unrein kahan)
Word reaches us on higher ground of kinsmen wyrd-and-water-tossed, of rivers raging from their beds and fordings, dams and bulwarks crossed Chorus: My heart, it builds the longship that my thick hands wish they could to carry you and all you love on wings of wind and wood to where your anxious kinsmen pace and pray for you and rail the fates and wish that there was something we could do. We know the water's faces best as sleet and ice and blinding snow. When it comes as furied flood, where shall our kinsmen go? Chorus All acorss the Northshield lights burn in the dark of stead and hall all and every evening as we strain to hear you if you call. Chorus Those of us on higher ground keep the guest-cups full and warm and dream--when we can sleep--that you are with us, safe from harm. Chorus Our thoughts ride waves to stand with you. Our voices sing your names out loud. Our hands dream that they can turn the water's unforgiving wrath around Chorus |
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