I know not where the cold winds blow
I know not where the road doth go
A wanderer's fate none can foretell, nor scry a fortune fair or fell.
(Scion!) Oh, where do you wander
(Vandrar!) When the frost fades in spring?
(Raidho!) Do you seek for the land where the trees grow everlasting?
Oh, let the fey mead flow, let the cold winds blow
Joy to those who wayward roam, and hidden ways do know!
(...the fey mead flow, the cold winds blow, joy to those who know...)
I know a place o'er hill and dell
There the greatest of all willows dwells
The sound of heart may there find rest, and be 'neath its golden boughs a guest.
(Haven!) Giving strength to the weary
(Randir!) Giving course to the stray
(Othila!) Do you seek for the land where the hearth glows everlasting?
Oh, let the fey mead flow, let the cold winds blow
Joy to those who wayward roam, and hidden ways do know!
(...the fey mead flow, the cold winds blow, joy to those who know...)
I know a place where a rill meets a mere
There one may pull a draught so clear
One who drinks shall ne'er again thirst, and be ever wise of song and verse.
(Mending!) Restoring the wounded
(Celu!) Inspiring the sage
(Laguz!) Do you seek for the land where the wine flows everlasting?
Oh, let the fey mead flow, let the cold winds blow
Joy to those who wayward roam, and hidden ways do know!
(...the fey mead flow, the cold winds blow, joy to those who know...)
I know not where the cold winds blow
I know not where the road doth go
A wanderer's fate none can foretell, nor scry a fortune fair or fell.
(Scion!) Oh, where do you wander
(Vandrar!) When the frost fades in spring?
(Raidho!) Do you seek for the land where the trees grow everlasting?
Oh, let the fey mead flow, let the cold winds blow
Joy to those who wayward roam, and hidden ways do know!
(...the fey mead flow, the cold winds blow, joy to those who know...)
(...and in your wandering shall you grow, by many names you shall be known, the seed of wanderlust once sown shall wisdom hence bestow. A dram of liquor on the tongue, let no song be idly sung, let no chord be idly strummed, no verse be idly strung...)
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