We are Your Bards

1. Ansteorra, She's calling to thee,
   Her Siren's song you cannot ignore-
   A flame haired lady who whispers to thee,
   Her promise, her kiss, Word Fame, and more-
   And we sit court, with Princes and paupers,
   And sing with ev'ry bit of our soul,
   For Ladies and Lords, yes, even lepers
   With only our hands for a bowl!
   
   • (Chorus)
     
   • And we are your bards, your storytellers,
     
   • watching what all the folk do,
     
   • And we sing you tales of glory and valor,
     
   • we sing of loves gone & true.
     
   • We are your bards, your story tellers,
     
   • list'ning what all the folk say,
     
   • And we bring you news, in war and peace,
     
   • with only shelter for pay!
     

2. In thought word, and deed, do we recall
   Our gloried past in this waking dream.
   And deeds of the great, deeds of the small,
   With kindness in courteous theme.
   And loss of the great, loss of the small,
   The death of each diminishes all;
   But deeds of these great, deeds of these small,
   Live ever on in the songs we recall!
   
   • (chorus)
     
   • We were their bards.
   
   

3. We are the heralds of the Hallowed dead,
   Now long gone our fair company.
   But so shall who pass be remembered
   Their names in song live in memory.
   So when you laugh, when jesting we weave,
   Or fall sobbing at fell news you've heard,
   Remember these bards, who now take their leave,
   Remember the Pow'r of Spoken word!
   
   • (chorus)
     
   • They are you bards.
   
   

4. Ansteorra she's calling to me,
   Her Black Star rides in a field of Or!
   My flame haired lady beckons to me,
   And honoring both , I come to this shore!
   
   • (chorus)
     
   • I'd be your bard.
   
   

Finis

written Nov 11th, 1998

2nd edition changes , written february 29th, 2000 at Principlity GA Bard, Lady Melandra's suggestion...
Change: Ansteorra to "This gloried realm"...
Change:"Her Black star rides.." to Her Banner of Roses waves evermore".