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Song of Silver

In a meadow filled with heather
Blessed with golden light
Now he plays 'neath apple blossoms
Youthful babe with rare delight
His father smiles so proudly
With a crown upon his brow
Wolf calls sound far in the distance
For a moment now
His laugh is silver...

Chorus
Silver in the passing hour
Silver in the changing day
Silver at the time of season's turning
The song of silver plays.

In a forest bathed in twilight
Oak trees' ancient shade
Now he sees the faeries dancing
Air and light amidst the glade
The stars are brightly shining
Like the wonder in his eyes.
Mortal man! He cannot join them
Still his spirit tries.
His dreams are silver....

In a feast hall, draped in banners
Glory to the king!
Now he stands in regal purple
Royal bards his praises sing
The warriors kneel before him
Pledging fealty to their lord
He must take the heavy burden
Sworn upon his sword.
His crown is silver...

On a field with storm clouds brewing
Thunder calls the men.
Now, he hears the wind harp's music
Playing o'er the bloody glen.
And crimson chaos churning
With the fury of a beast
He must lead his men to battle.
By the raven's feast
His sword is silver...

In a castle cloaked in darkness
Tower made of stone
Now he sits in dancing shadows
Brushing cobwebs from the throne
The tapestries are faded
Like the mem'ry of a dream
Dust now claims the heavy circlet
Touched by fire's gleam
His hair is silver...