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Goldmoon’s Song
https://youtu.be/8g_pOOc5jIE
Enjoy this reading of the poem Goldmoon's Song by Michael Williams. This poem first appeared in Leaves from the Inn of the Last Home, released in 1987.
Buy Leaves from the Inn of the Last Home: https://amzn.to/39TClwb
Goldmoon's Song
The grasslands are endless,And summer sings on,And Goldmoon the princessLoves a poor man's son.
Her father the chieftainMakes long roads between them:The grasslands are endless, and summer sings on.
The grasslands are waving,The sky's rim is gray,The chieftain sends RiverwindEase and away,
To search for strong magicAt the lip of the morning,The grasslands are waving, the sky's rim is gray.
O Riverwind, where have you gone?O Riverwind, autumn comes on.I sit by the riverAnd look to the sunrise,Bue the sun rises over the mountains alone.
The grasslands are fading,The summer wind dies,He comes back, the darknessOf stones in his eyes.
He carries a blue staffAs bright as a glacier:The grasslands are fading, the summer wind dies.
The grasslands are fragile,As yellow as flame,The chieftain makes mockeryOf Riverwind's claim.
He orders the peopleTo stone the young warrior:The grasslands are fragile, as yellow as flame.
The grassland has faded,And autumn is here.The girl joins her lover,The stones whistle near,The staff flares in blue lightAnd both of them vanish:The grasslands are faded, and autumn is here.
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https://youtu.be/8g_pOOc5jIE
Enjoy this reading of the poem Goldmoon's Song by Michael Williams. This poem first appeared in Leaves from the Inn of the Last Home, released in 1987.
Buy Leaves from the Inn of the Last Home: https://amzn.to/39TClwb
Goldmoon's Song
The grasslands are endless,And summer sings on,And Goldmoon the princessLoves a poor man's son.
Her father the chieftainMakes long roads between them:The grasslands are endless, and summer sings on.
The grasslands are waving,The sky's rim is gray,The chieftain sends RiverwindEase and away,
To search for strong magicAt the lip of the morning,The grasslands are waving, the sky's rim is gray.
O Riverwind, where have you gone?O Riverwind, autumn comes on.I sit by the riverAnd look to the sunrise,Bue the sun rises over the mountains alone.
The grasslands are fading,The summer wind dies,He comes back, the darknessOf stones in his eyes.
He carries a blue staffAs bright as a glacier:The grasslands are fading, the summer wind dies.
The grasslands are fragile,As yellow as flame,The chieftain makes mockeryOf Riverwind's claim.
He orders the peopleTo stone the young warrior:The grasslands are fragile, as yellow as flame.
The grassland has faded,And autumn is here.The girl joins her lover,The stones whistle near,The staff flares in blue lightAnd both of them vanish:The grasslands are faded, and autumn is here.