Woodland, My Home

This original song was written by Elydrie and was inspired by Shay's One of the Fallen story. It was performed at the Terrasylvae Twentieth Bardic and earned Elydrie the title of Shire Bard on May 17, 2019.
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 Woodland, my home, my refuge, my shelter.
The blossoms my pillow, my blanket and bed.
The brook gently washes my fears away
As the birds sing me softly to sleep.

The golden green of the laughing trees,
The scent of the blossoms that bloom;
The cool, clear brook babbles on as the birds
Echo the songs that they hear.
As spring danced softly, a troop of men
Patrolled the woods, defending their home.
The sun shone bright, but the sky soon turned black
With the arrows that rained down.

Woodland, my home, my refuge, my shelter.
The blossoms my pillow, my blanket and bed.
The brook gently washes my fears away
As the birds sing me softly to sleep

One soldier lay still, unmoving and cold.
The blossoms stared cheerfully on.
The troop of men, bearing the soldier,
Returned to the Village in tears.
A single leaf from Sylvan’s tree,
The soldiers placed in his cold, stiff hand.
The night, lit by torches alone,
Whispered its song for the lost.
The soft earth of spring was overturned
In a glade overlooking the chapel.
The soldiers looked on as sword became cross.
“Here lies one of the Fallen,
For the Glory of the Rose.”

Woodland, my home, my refuge, my shelter.
The blossoms my pillow, my blanket and bed.
The brook gently washes my fears away
As the birds sing me softly to sleep.
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