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Bardic Circle
September 7, 2002

The master sits beside the fire, an ear cocked to the wind
He listens to the rhythm of the land he feels within
Then speaking in a quiet voice that's heard all 'round the ring
He passes on the wisdom that experience will bring

The lesson that is whispered is that each of us must strive
To feed the Heart of Ealdormere and keep the songs alive
The strength of this community, the power of it's words
Is nothing if they're not remembered, lost if they're not heard.

Young and old, the circle speaks, it's voice the thick warm blood
That tells our hearts the meaning of what's right and true and good
Voices raised in song and story, tales of new and old
Weave tight the fabric of this land through sharing of what's told

The northern spirit lives within us, each and every one
It is the gift the land has given, love that must be sung
This unity that draws us close is our identity
The culture that we build together, heart that makes us free

Young and old, the circle speaks, it's voice the thick warm blood
That tells our hearts the meaning of what's right and true and good
Voices raised in song and story, tales of new and old
Weave tight the fabric of this land through sharing of what's told