The Lyre's Lifting Sound ~ Yasmina Laveroc (Jaz)

Just beneath the brembel bush,

a napping there I lay

all fain up with brembel fruit

the berries ripe and gay

When through the glen,

o're the whistlin wind

I heard what fancy found

and all the woods and whiles did share

the lyre's lifting sound

Nay I not known for fitting work

and thus was I lay down

but come the bards sure beaten note

E'en I'll turn from the ground.

When through the glen

o're whistlin wind

I heard what fancy found

and all the woods and whiles did share

the lyre's lifting sound!

So to my feet I skipped and sprang

to dance a merry jig,

make my way through underbush,
not bared by shifting sprig.

when through the glen

o're whistlin wind

I heard what fancy found

and all the woods and whiles did share

the lyre's lifting sound!

For all that listen soft and sweet

and all that listen dear

the timely tune by yonder nook

can't help but call you near

For when through the glen

o're whistlin wind

I heard what fancy found

and all the woods and whiles did share

the lyre's lifting sound!

Music lovers draw ye close

so sway yon harden'd heart

for all the beast's of Seagirt say

We have the greatest bards!