Early Mournin' Dew
by Mary Taran of Glastobury
copyright 1999 by Mary Taran of Glastonbury
filk: Leavin' on a Jet Plane
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Oh, your shield is hacked from many a blow, I'm standing here, though you don't know, I hate to wake you up to see you die. But the shield wall is breaking, it's battered and torn, The herald's calling , he's blowing his horn Already I am mournin' for your hide. Chorus So wake up and fight for me, Tell me that you'll die for me. Hurry and get armored up and go. You'll go out there and get slain. I don't know if you will fight again. Oh, my lord, you have to go. There's so many times they've knocked you down, So many times you've lost a round, I tell you now, they don't mean a thing. Every battered helm is worn by you. Every mace they swing, they swing at you. If you come back, I'll mend your chain mail rings. Chorus Now the time has come to wake you One more time must I shake you You soon will be deep within the fray. Think about the days to come While you go out there all alone, About the time I won't have to say: Chorus |