Goldmoon's Song

The Grasslands are endless,
And summer sings on,
And Goldmoon the princess
Loves a poor man's son. 
Her father the chieftain
Makes 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 Riverwind East and away, 
To search for strong magic,
At the lip of the morning,
The grasslands are waving, the sky's rim in gray. 
O Riverwind, where have you gone?
O Riverwind, autumn comes on.
I sit by the river And look to the sun rises over the mountains alone. 
The grasslands are fading,
The summer wind dies,
He comes back, the darkness
Of stones in his eyes. 
He carries a blue staff
As bright as a glacier:
The grasslands are fading, the summer wind dies. 
The grasslands are fragile,
As yellow as flame,
The chieftain makes mockery
Of Riverwind's claim. 
He orders the people
To stone the young warrior:
The grasslands are fragile, as yellow as flame.
The grasslands has faded,
And autumn is here.
The girl joins her lover,
The stones whistle near, 
The staff flares in the blue light And both of them vanish:
The grasslands are faded, and autumn is here.

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