STORIES
Old stories told by travellers,
Great songs that bards have sung;
Of when warriors hearts were true,
And when many battles were won.
Where there's blood and hot flame,
And where bravery starts.
What steals upon the silent air,
And where dreams come from.
But the young must grow old,
And stories are forgotten.
But I will always keep them,
And tell all of them to thee.