another song

Lily

When I dream, I dream of my sweet Lily
a flower in the field of flowers
with whom I long to while away the hours
in  whom love is kind like the softness of rain
without I find only loneliness and it's brother pain

Now I ride to my certain doom
because where I go, no flower will grow
will she ever really know
that  I love her true
that she loves me too

If  I could  dream again it would be of dearest  Lily
a  lady  above all other desires
with whom only I can feel this fire
in whom gentleness is like the feel of silk
her skin spotless and sweet as milk

Now I ride to my certain doom
for fame and renown, for honor and death
will she be bereft
on that morning  so blue
on that day so new.

If I had  only dreamed of  my love like  Lily
a woman who holds my very heart
my steps would seek another start
take back to her loving arms
away from this fate, away  from harm

Now I ride to my certain doom
mercy is denied for men like me
will  I never be free
to go  home to my Lily, my wife
to find her smile  on my lips, my  life.



another song, a cavalier song for the Gentry

A Queen is born

A  Queen  is born in far Elysium
the  balm shall  be spread upon her  head
her birth shall be in a lowly  place
bring the water to wash  her blessed  face

She shall bring peace with her coming
she shall bring an end to war
she shall sow the grain of freedom
her life  will bring an ease to pain
A Queen has come to Reign!

A Queen is born  in Gentle Trescanney
We will be  free from the tyranney
the kingdom is blessed,  we are blessed!
splendor and  light, like gold be dressed!

She shall bring in the harvest
she shall  bring an end to hate
she shall reap the golden  harvest
her life will change those who remain
A Queen  has come home to Reign!

A Queen rules in our Kingdom under the Sun
We  are one  in all our diversities
We are proud to stand beneath her sheltering tree
In her shade of her protection we will  be Free.


A Queen rules in this land  of Tresscanney
the  balm missed  her little head
she came  from an unlikely bed
she probably  would  like to  be dead
And  that is to say the very least
trapped between the Church and The Beast!