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Singer of Ageless Times

from Great Brunswick Forest by Thrawsunblat

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Let me sing you songs from the Maritimes;
Let me sing you songs from the summertide.
Come times of plenty, times of none,
As Lady Prosperity comes and goes,
As Good Lady Fortune makes her rounds
Of the Earth.

A singer of these times,
These ever changeless times.
With Brunswick strings and Scotia pipes,
A singer of these times,
These ever changeless times.

Our songs they carry on long past the grave.
The songs of our forebears strong remain.
No distance from them in age or in place
As we strum and sing the notes of our forebears.

Let me bring you tides from the Maritimes;
Let me bring you tides from the wintertime.
As pines and poplars shrug off the storms,
And the halls and dwellings open their doors,
And we know that what December darkness brought
Is reversed.

When Lady Prosperity rides ‘cross the land
And the sun shines down on sea and forest,
Wherever she treads — or not — we thrive.
Tell me, how are we so different from our forebears?

Let me bring you tides from the Maritimes,
Ever changeless tides from the Maritimes.
We still hail the summer, we still tell our tales.
We still sing the winter, and toast with our ales.
So I stand up and shout, my friends, “What shall
Ever change?”

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from Great Brunswick Forest, released October 19, 2018

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