You (G) say that you have (Em) heard the tales and (C) rightly so you (D) may But (Em) I have one that (C) I would love to (D) sing for you (G) today I traveled over mountainpass and through the wind and rain I stopped in Martha Burry’s Inn and thought it'd be my last And sometimes when I tread the peak I’d hear a quiet sound that (Em) settled in my (D) wayward ear and (C) followed me (G)around. (Em) I am a bard, (C) a wanderlust and (G)I am made to (D) sing (Em)Lightfoot and (C) lark hearted (D)my fingers love the (G)strings I left the road to follow fast a whisper, a suggestion Through the mountainside I came to ease my song obsession I heard it in my blood and bones A thunder in the air Over jagged rock and stones into a dragon's laire. His scales where sterling silver, tooth and claw a striking white. His voice was deep and dulcet as it echo’d in the heights “Womanling, you’ve left your fire What did you think to find, For don't you know, I hunger and We feast upon your kind.” I am a bard, a wanderlust and I am made to sing Lightfoot and lark hearted my fingers love the strings I answered in an honest truth, It was your voice that called from through the mountainside I came i have been clear enthralled And if I die to hear you sing My life is better lost For just one song before I go It would be worth the cost. The Dragon laughed and settled down He sang to me a tune I couldn't help but hum along It ended far too soon “Would that the mountain had a heart, Would that the wind had breath If stars could hum, and ocean drum Such music, light and death.” I am a bard, a wanderlust and I am made to sing Lightfoot and lark hearted my fingers love the strings We sang under that pale moonlight And I bargained for my life to die or stay forever and become a dragon’s wife. I settled in the mountainside an aria at dawn the harmony at brightest day at dusk an evensong In time I told him who I’d been, he shared with me his name But I am a creature of the air my voice grew soft and strained With every day I lived I lost A little off my soul And so my husband made a choice: The Dragon let me go. I am a bard, a wanderlust and I am made to sing Light footed and lark hearted My fingers love the strings He gave to me a silver gem Bound fast by a silver chain He said to keep it by my heart and there is still remains The light is on the mountainside The rumble in the clay My husband sleeps under the sun Where a sleeping dragon lay I hoped that you enjoyed my song for I'll be leaving soon Im going home to my own love To sing a happy tune. I am a bard, a wanderlust and I am made to sing Light footed and lark hearted My fingers love the strings x2 (final chorus notes) Em D Em D G Em D G

Through deep oaken valleys in dark mountain passes cross river and lake and occasional straight my feet love the water, the kneehigh wild grasses man made cobble stone is not up to my gate I tread the wild places and know the rock landing the hunting trail, country road, highway and track I climb the cliff faces my world ever standing on earthen made floor from the countryside back I sleep under starlight in breath catching heather or sometimes I rest in the deep forest nooks the burrows and bracken in rain or cloud weather the fallen leaf tresses a roof in my crooks My wandering ways lead to clearings of hallow the hill is my country the road is my home the forest and woodland's the green pasture fallow I find ever peace when the further I roam. I am the rough weather A soft trodden route the trail to the backlands, the marchland, the glade I am the cool water the crickling spout that travels the lost ways through undergrowth shade Someday you may meet me In the gold field of grain across the cold deserts or shoreline by night On sloping wild hilllands the rooted old by lane that know the forgotten and carry the right. And when our paths crossing our eyes meet and catching greet me with a smile and the nod of a friend for I will know dwellings And they know my singings this traveler's tale from beginning to end.

It's up in the morning and on my way. To marry make throughout the day. With a string or horn or wind or drum, I sing for you and I sing for fun. Chorus Well I wander near, and I wander far with a wanderlust that fills my heart. And though the pickings be lean and hard I live the life of a bard, I live the life of a bard. Well It Happened One Day by Averly Between Fox Grove and the Briar Sea My wagon was hailed with call to hold By 13 men in brown and gold. The captain stepped forward with a nasty grin And said “Well bard, shall we begin? I'll have your horse and your wagon fine, and tonight you'll sing for me and mine!" Chorus Well I wander near, and I wander far with a wanderlust that fills my heart. And though the pickings be lean and hard I live the life of a bard, I live the life of a bard. Without do care for my tools or blade, they took my lead, but no fuss I made. For though they cut away my purse - they'd asked of me a song and verse! So that evening long I entertained: Of war and jest and love I sang. And I'd have left lighter and fed but they ordered me to the captains bed. Chorus Well I wander near, and I wander far with a wanderlust that fills my heart. And though the pickings be lean and hard I live the life of a bard, I live the life of a bard. I'll take anything but an insult made. Put my lute down and I drew my blade. And the captain who praised my sing song lilt I knocked out flat with the pommel and hilt. A bard I'll be, and a minstrel fine, but my loves the dagger, so I carry nine! One for each bandit that jumped to the fray... Two in my sleeve when the rest ran away. Chorus Well I wander near, and I wander far with a wanderlust that fills my heart. And though the pickings be lean and hard I live the life of a bard, I live the life of a bard. I gathered my lute and my wagon and horse. Set out on my merry making course. I'll give up my purse and I’ll gift my voice, but i will fight if you take my choice!

I was born by the sea I was raised by mountain men And I live by the blade in my hand On my honor and my word I would swear upon my sword That I have the strength That I have the will That I have the heart to defend. I am known among my kin as a worthy friend and foe And I know they'll stand beside me to the end I keep that promise with me So I never fight alone For I have the strength to defend. Chorus So they say I'm large as life I'm still lighter on my feet And I'm more than just a giant among men Know my mind will never waver under pressure or the heat For I have the will to defend Chorus There's a token on my belt There's a red thrum on my brow And a smile for my one true love and friends And though I may meet my death I will make that final bow For I have the heart to defend Chorus

Balthorn Rose Chorus How like the rose to wither how like the petals to fall the blooded flower is cutdown and it fell in Eleran's hall The fields of the northern hill have bloomed across the ages and with a seed there planted still would shun the light of mages But power dwells in summer sun and fire burns in autumn the winters cold and wrath may come but spring will not be outdone Chorus Now under green fields glistening a thorn will pierce those leary and scent if with those listening would cut a coarse soul weary For spells the rainfall will recede and cloudy skies will darken some wind to blow the soft sea breeze. over the northern hilland Chorus What stems from under dried out earth that thirst for knowledge given but taken by the grains lost worth Will never keep one hidden The dying cry out for the shore the brittle air is smothered by greed and fear that flower bore the vows they tore asunder. Chorus

In the mountains south of hardwood In the Shire I was raised To the horns of hunting poachers And the ocean white kissed waves There I lived beside my true love Playing on the forest bed And I dreamt that when we grew up He would take my hand to wed But my love he walks in shadows Deeper in the forest free till one day when he went walking Met a lonely leanan sidhe Hair a mass of golden sunlight Eyes a dark and Emerald Sheen Ruby lips over her Fang bite Gowned in a pinning green Slowly seeming over hours My love returned and took two pen And he wrote under her glamour Words to charm the hearts of men Chorus How I weeped to see him happy Eyes of glass and smile of rose Always caught up in a story Or sunk deep in musing throws And I watched her stand beside him Inspiration at a cost Was it Fate or by her own whim That she chose the man I lost. Chorus Now he's waning in the moonlight Hands that quiver, heart that quake he is wild and feverbright eyed And I hear my own heart break They've returned into the woodland So I follow where she'd tread Till I came upon that deep glen and my true love sleeping dead. Chorusx2

Come by the hills to the land where fancy is free And stand where the peaks meet the sky and the lochs meet the sea Where the rivers run clear and the bracken is gold in the sun Ah, the cares of to-morrow can wait 'til this day is done Oh, come by the hills to the land where life is a song And sing while the birds fill the air with their joy all day long Where the trees sway in time and even the wind sings in tune Ah, the cares of to-morrow can wait 'til this day is done Come by the hills to the land where legend re-mains Where stories of old fill the heart and may yet come a-gain Where our past has been lost and the future has still to be won Ah, the cares of to-morrow can wait 'til this day is done

Tally Ho 1 I’m the Baron's youngest daughter, the crippled useless child My siblings have all proved themselves with might and right and style And though I've never bested them with sword or script or guile I have a bow and I'll have you know I've practiced for a while (Well) Winter has come early and the chill is in the air My father's summoned all of us to a store room halfway bare He's called for brother’s hunting dogs, he's saddled sisters mare He's offered fourth a choice reward To hunt the Greenwood's fare And the Huntsman cry tally ho In the Greenwood bare, where the leaves are gold You have one slot, take up your bow And the Huntsman cry tally ho 2 The Castle gathered at the gates to watch the sport and game While I limped to the stables and took up Old Dancer's rein, He'd got me in this mess though I'd only myself to blame, Together we could save the pride that left me limp and lame. The hunting party headed south so I set out south west The baying and the horns rung high to wake the beasts at rest The Fox, the hare, the strong black Bear The pheasant in her nest I had to bring home something and it had to be the best. And the Huntsmen cry tally ho In the Greenwoods bear where the leaves are gold You have one slot, take up your bow And the Huntsmen cry tally ho 3 A group can only ride as fast as the last man in the line Which meant I found the first tracks and a chill raced down my spine Claw marked on bark, Birch stripped and worked a clear and recent sign A dang'rous prize, but oh the size, and I must make it mine. I did not stop to wonder why we had an half bare hold, For The Greenwood feeds my people more than wares or seed or gold And a bear prepared for winter would not be out half as bold I was not the only Hunter staving of the bitter cold. And the huntsmen cry tally ho In the forest bare where the leaves are gold You have one shot, take up your bow And the huntsmen cry, tally ho Old Dancer knew we'd found that bear before my eyes caught sight He stamped the earth and tossed his head, I pulled his reins in tight That horse was smarter than he looked. I set my bow to fight And in a flash I loosed my first and second and third flights. The sound of wood and flesh, the roaring rumble from the green. She charged, we dodged, her shoulder lodged two bolts that had struck clean She reared and reached to swipe me, but she hit where I had been We traded blows, I thanked the gods my horse was spry and keen. Chorus, (Key change.) There is a moment in the fray for foolish fancy thoughts Like how a cripple ever thought to rein against such odds But every arrow from my finger found itself a spot. Into the beast, last but not least, I had one one final shot. Her claws managed to reach me as i brought my bow around. The saddle slipped and stirrup gone I landed on the ground. I somehow kept my weapon even as I had been downed Old Dancer screamed in anguish and my heart broke at the sound. And the huntsmen cry tally ho In the forest bare where the leaves are gold You have one shot, take up your bow And the huntsmen cry, tally ho A bear paw slammed down on my leg as I drew my final shaft. But I felt no pain, I felt nothing, and in triumph I just laughed. She drowned before she killed me, in her own blood and my staff I had nothing to my name but a limp leg and my craft. My horse, my friend and freedom from a chair or walking cane, Sported claw marks on the leg that matched my own one the same. It was time I didn't have to patch him up through fear and pain I blew my horn and prayed my efforts were not all in vain And the huntsmen cry tally ho In the forest bare where the leaves are gold You have one shot, take up your bow And the huntsmen cry, tally ho Yes the hunting party found me and they loaded up my prize We made it back to town and there I met my father's eyes They were shocked, but for the first time in a long time filled with pride. I won my place of honour, but I paid a cost too high Old Dancer taught me how to ride and when we ran we soared He missed a jump one summer that I thought ended my world Too late I learned that he's worth more than pride or a reward. No more I'll ride with him until I reach that distant shore Yes my horse was worth more than the reward.

Chorus: G Em The leaves are changing color and D G The rivers running cold G Em G D And there's hearth that's waiting for me somewhere down this road Em G There is rhythm in my footsteps Em D And there's music in my soul G D G And I've at least, one more song to go. Em G Em D I'll sing for my supper, I play for my bed Em G C D You'll find me by the fireplace with a roof overhead G EM So come in from the weather C D Grab your supper and a beer EM G Come listen to this humble bard D G G There's a place for you right here Chorus Have you heard the latest there's a lady now at night And that just Duke just won again he bested every fight Thor was Grand but I understand it rained both day and night I have news from everywhere and stories till first light. Chorus Dawn is on my pillow, waiting there for me upstairs Those that remain are nursing drinks or Cozy in their chairs Come fill my cup with coin, the fires burning low I’ll be gone at daybreak so here’s one more ere I go.

D G We sisters wake up with the day C G D And rise in fire to the sun D C The eldest burns in red and gold G C D The second shines orange in the dawn D G I am the youngest Firetouched C G D Awhirl with white and smoky blue D C And though my sisters love me dear G C ml D They mourn my skybright hue. D. G. D. C. G. C. D,. My elder sisters loved the dawn And flew amid the morning rays The second loved fading dusk But I loved clear skies lit ablaze One morning we woke not to light But from a hunting-horn and bay before we left our hollow oak The eldest said that we must stay We hid inside our mother oak Our wings of fire wrapped in shade While hound and horn gave out the call That filled the forest Glen and Glade Would that the huntsmen passed us by But day by day as if by whim They hunted in our quiet grove my sisters grew darker and dim. I knew my sisters couldn't last So when the seventh morning came I told them fly to the northern oak and Use the sun while their wings still flame “Oh sister sister say not so We’ll make it all, we will pull through “No I shall lead them to the south And catch the their eye with wings of blue” The skylit up and the horns rang out Over the hunt I sore set forth The men gave chase as I flew south And hoped my sisters passage north Before I'd flown an hour out My flames so weak from fear and rest I perched upon a white birch limb And felt an arrow pierce my breast I am a Phoenix of the sun No bird of flame will greet the earth An arrow scorched will hit the ground But I will rise in ashen mirth The feathered blue of sapphire gleam Fade softly from my gentle white My eyes lose sight My heart grows cold, To wings of ash in morning light