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The Masterharper of Pern CD
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Sunset's Gold CD
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Other Songs and Verses
Wind Blossom's Song
The little queen all golden
Flew hissing at the sea
To stop each wave
Her clutch to save
She ventured bravely.
As she attacked the sea in rage
A holderman came nigh
Along the sand
Fishnet in hand
And saw the queen midsky.
He stared at her in wonder
For often he'd been told
That such as she
Could never be
Who hovered there, bright gold.
He saw her plight and quickly
He looked up the cliff he faced
And saw a cave
Above the wave
In which her eggs he placed.
The little queen all golden
Upon his shoulder stood
Her eyes all blue
Glowed of her true
Harper, tell me of the road
That leads beyond this Hold,
That wends its way beyond the hill…
Does it go further on until
It ends in sunset’s gold?
Speak softly to my lizard fair
Nor raise your hand to me.
For they are quick to take offense
And quicker to champion me.
Harper, your song has a sorrowful sound
Though the tune was written as gay.
Your voice is sad and your hands are slow,
And your eye meeting mine turns away
My nightly craft is winged in white;
A dragon of night-dark sea.
Swiftborn, dreambound, and rudderless;
Her captain and crew are me.
I sail a hundred sleeping tides
Where no seaman’s ever been
And only my white-winged craft and I
Know the marvels we have seen.
The tears I feel today
I’ll wait to shed tomorrow.
Though I’ll not sleep this night
Nor find surcease from sorrow.
My eyes must keep their sight:
I dare not be tear-blinded.
I must be free to talk
Not choked with grief, clear-minded.
But my grief will never go.
Menolly’s “Song for Petiron”
Don’t leave me alone!
A cry in the night,
Of anguish heart-striking,
Of soul-killing fright.
Live for my living,
Or else I must die.
Don't leave me alone!
A world heard that cry.
Gather! Gather! It’s a gather day!
No work for us, and Thread’s away.
Stalls are building, square’s swept clear,
Gather all from far and near.
Bring your marks and bring your wares,
Bring your family for there’s
Food and drink and fun and song.
The Hold flag flies: so gather along!
The fickle wind’s my foe,
With tide his keen ally.
They’re jealous of my sea’s love
And rouse her with their lie.
Oh sweet sea, oh dear sea,
Heed not their stormy wile
But bear me safely to my Hold
And from their watery trial.
- Eastern Sea Hold Song
Then my feet took off and my legs went, too,
And my body was obliged to follow.
Me with my hands and my mouth full of cress
And my throat too dry to swallow.
- Menolly’s “Running Song”
O Tongue, give sound to joy and sing
Of hope and promise on dragonwing!