√I'll tell you a tale, of the townsfolk of Gale, who lived in the north, by the sea. Each child was given, a flower forbidden, and a liliput flower traditionally. √The liliput flower, had magical powers, it healed the poisoned, and ill. The forbidden flower, required a bower. And left unattended may kill. ^Now off in the east, lived a king and a beast and both lived inside the same skin, the beast and the king, were a threatening thing, and so many had tried to slay him. √One night in the keep, when the king was asleep, a shadow slipped into his rooms, It stabbed at the king, what a frightening thing, with a knife dipped in forbidden blooms. ^Oh the guards were as quick, and the shadow was slit, but the damage was done to the king. So they gathered their own, for the king and the throne, and they set off out west following. √The people were honored, though but simple farmers, their king came to ask for the cure, and the liliput flower, in his needed hour, Healed the king poisoned before. ^The king was quite happy and praised them quite gladly, and for him they threw a great feast, but the townsfolk knew not, of the ill to be wrought, when you sit a bit long with a beast. √A guard walk along, but took one left turn wrong, came out at that nursery bower, What came to his mind, when what then did he find? Not just those good liliput flowers? ^That cry in the night, oh what graven a slight! The forbidden flower of Gale And so the beast king, could do only one thing, they tried to explain, but they failed. √The king wouldn't hear, that you needed both there, the forbidden bloom with the flower, Together they worked, to counter the curse, of a poison, a spell, of such power. ^The king drew his sword, and each cry he ignored, he slew the townsfolk and then Child by child, he dragged into the wild, and the beast then did eat all of them. √I'll tell you a tale, of the townsfolk of Gale, who lived in the north by the sea Each child was given, a flower forbidden, and a liliput flower traditionally.

Carig had three sons of earth and one a son of fire, and so he had three daughters who were water on the mire. His youngest son, for all he feared was born a gift so rare and though they tried to hold him back: he was a son of air. Now Carig sent out to Norhill but long before it held, the youngest son had learned the tricks of wind and whirl and weld. His eyes were light and laughter while his toes were tipped and trace, and young at heart and young at mind he's gone from Carig's place. Keep to heart three things you’ll watch, stay vigilant, don't tire Between the mountains and the wood, the loren fields and mire One is that the Foxgrove pines are borders left not tread. Two is that the safest path, is follow swallow red. The third is one above the rest that air is not for Spring. The Loren Plains may take your child before the six tens ring. So never let your eyes go by the signs of earth and fire, waters calm at dusk and dawn, but air wont keep the mire.

G. D Thia of Foxgrove was pretty and sweet, C G Am D she kept the herb garden, she kept the ferns neat. Am D G C And any who traveled through Ironhold pass G. Am D. G would stop for a poultice, a cream, or liltgrass. G Em Bm D Martin was son of the household of Briar, C G Bm D and sent off to Ironhold for his esquire. G Em Bm D And long did the two meet up there in the pass, C G D G when she went a hunting for wild liltgrass. They met in the morning to talk about fate, they met in the afternoon high summer wait, They met in the evening, but never out late, For Martin would have her to Rowenall Gate. Thia of Foxgrove was pretty and sweet, she kept the herb garden, she kept the ferns neat. And any who traveled through Ironhold pass would stop for a poultice, a cream, or liltgrass. The years were a skirmish, and hill bandit den, and each time he came back, they'd laugh about when, but soon he was knighted, and sent home back to Briar, he promised her then, with a love to inspire. Now in Briarhaven, when taking the oath, t'is custom to bring forth a favor or troth. And long wrote he home of his love from the fern, That the Lord and the lady were want not to learn. Thia of Foxgrove was pretty and sweet, she kept the herb garden, she kept the ferns neat. And any who traveled through Ironhold pass would stop for a poultice, a cream, or liltgrass. To win her to wife would be no mean a task, for the men of the Marshland, she was a fine lass. So Martin went searching that long winter home Til he found a jewel laden, white oak, handled comb He came to her yard, when the spring waters melt, she knee deep in planting a small crop of spelt. She laughed then to see him, as he helped her stand then he brought out his troth and he asked for her hand. Thia of Foxgrove was pretty and sweet she kept the herb garden, she kept the ferns neat and any who traveled through Ironhold pass would stop for a poultice, a cream, or liltgrass. The people of Briar, never knew what to do with a Lady so versed in the dawn and the dew that churned a fine poultice, and brought about mirth who danced in the morning barefoot on the earth. G Em Bm D But all watched Lord Martin, who smiled in the day C Bm Am D To see his love trimming the roses in may Am D G C and all knew that no one, no duchess or dame C G D. G could love him and be loved in turn quite the same.

Three witches lived in Holgrovely betwixt the town and fore the sea one lived on lime, one lived on thyme and the last on a hazel tree. The lime witch roamed the wave struck bath the thyme witch seeped in earthen wrath the last was she who kept the tree that birthed the forest path. One washed the town in sea breeze neat One bore the town of summer heat one looked and bade to grow the shade which stretched between their feet When Winter came the sea witch froze Thyme burned in summer sun repose but the hazel leaves which weeps and grieves stood still in her shadows They hunt for her but never find the witch that last is left behind who never asked to shoulder tasks her sisters used to mind There is one witch of Holgrovely betwixt the town and fore the sea she minds the waves, the wood and staves but ne'er forgets there once were three.