Children of Lir
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Oh, Children of Lir
Born of the Springtime, Raised by Summer Oh, Children of Lir Your stepmother learns magic, the end is quite tragic Oh, Children of Lir Imprisoned as swans for nine hundred years Oh, Children of Lir Beloved of the Bay is the silver-white swan Oh, Children of Lir Sing out your grief! It will bring them relief Oh, Children of Lir Three hundred years gone now it's time to move on Oh, Children of Lir When winds tear you asunder look to the rockspire Oh, Children of Lir The North Sea, you'll find, is oh so unkind Oh, Children of Lir Never fear, this is not your funeral pyre Oh, Children of Lir Face the Endless Sea with a bard as a friend Oh, Children of Lir He spreads your story far- well known now you are Oh, Children of Lir Sadly you leave him, compulsion at an end Oh, Children of Lir Search far and wide for your father's court Oh, Children of Lir You'll find only ruins- there's no faith in the druids Oh, Children of Lir Comfort lies only at a holy man's port Oh, Children of Lir A queen wishes to have you- her menservants draw nigh Oh, Children of Lir Prophesied marriage is sealed- your true forms, revealed! Oh, Children of Lir As you are baptized you may finally die Oh, Children of Lir Buried beneath that stone engraved dear Oh, Children of Lir Buried with eachother- a sister and three brothers Oh, Children of Lir May your story live on, however unclear |
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