battlelore
touch of green and gold
In the ancient woodland Meet the oldest man With a huge smile on his face For joy and peace he stands Boundaries of his green kingdom Shall not be passed by the evil Mastered with the might erstwhile Meek is the stranger who crosses the line Meet the maiden young and fair Bearing beauty so rare Even elves would praise her grace Daughter of Bonfire Glade Guards of birds, streams and herbs Knock on their door disturbs Blithe old gaffer and lovely maid Share their hearty place Iarwain Ben-adar From the early days Forgotten demigod Or elder insane? Pointy hat with feather Bobbing around Leather boots so huge Colored with yellow Jolly tunes and rhymes Sang out loud The whole entity Cheer and mellow Touch of green, touch of gold That honest emotion Through your heart, Through your soul Their purest devotion Touch of green, touch of gold Their dearest creation Through your heart, Through your soul Their greenest carnation