Aethelmark Skies (filk of American Pie)
| Original tune American Pie, by Don McLean) |
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A long long time ago
In this Modern Middle Age How those campfires made me smile I turned the car to join the line My medallion was my sign That I could be at home for a while The drive was long and hard, they said You get there slow, and feel half dead The backroad route is longest The Utah route is wrongest You’ve made it through the slowest ride You’ve reached Valhalla, but never died You’ve made it home, now come inside This day the dragons fly Well my, my, these Aethelmark skies Massive showers in an hour but for now we are dry We’ve come back home, and raised our banners on high Singing this will be the day dragons fly This will be the day dragons fly Did you know our Pennsic War Isn’t what it used to be before? It used to be just a hundred souls Now do you believe in our silly Dream? Can fantasies be what they seem? Or is this all just for Renn-Faire show? Well I know we all play different games I’ve seen personas I couldn’t name In Pennsic weather it’s true We all dig those light linen trews We’re all misfit nerdy historical nuts Gathered here in our painted huts I guess we’re all harmless enough On nights when dragons fly I started singin’ My, my, these Aethelmark skies Massive showers in an hour but for now we are dry We’ve come back home, and raised our banners on high Singing this will be the day dragons fly This will be the day dragons fly Now for fifty years and counting still We’ve gathered on this grassy hill And we’ll be here for many more When the kingdoms multiplied in time We got more reason, but kept the rhyme And gather still to go to war Oh, and while the BOD was looking around To find more reasons to stop and frown The Dream just kept on growing The folks kept rocking and rolling Now kings and queens dine in their halls The forest echoes with Tuchux calls The party starts when darkness falls The nights when dragons fly We were singin’ My, my, these Aethelmark skies Maybe showers in an hour but for now we are dry We’ve come back home, and raised our banners on high Singing this will be the day dragons fly This will be the day dragons fly We pack our tents and load our carts with sunburned skin and heavy hearts I was feeling pretty blue We all played in that epic game And told some stories, earned some fame We even said some that were mostly true And in the end, some points were won, Some classes taught, a marathon run A lot of night we stayed up A lot of tales we made up And the Mayor I admired most Parties with Valhalla’s golden hosts Since we’re all here, let’s raise a toast To the place where dragons fly And I was singin’ Well my, my, these Aethelmark skies Maybe showers in an hour but for now we are dry We’ve come back home, and raised our banners on high Singing this will be the day dragons fly This will be the day dragons fly We were singing Well my, my, these Aethelmark skies Maybe showers in an hour but for now we are dry We’ve come back home, and raised our banners on high Singing this will be the day dragons fly |
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