Post by Admin on Feb 1, 2021 2:26:43 GMT
Author: Mirach
Sleep, my son
The night is a river
carrying you there
where silver
stars shiver
On streams of dreams
to a land without sorrow
where boys have fathers
and the mounds are hollow in dreams...
Sleep, my child the sun hides
till morrow
Her last rays a way
that elven ships follow
There, names are not secret that can bring a danger
And father to child doesn’t have to be stranger in dreams...
Sleep, my Hope and hope of your people
Than mighty oak your roots are deeper
Once you will know the pride of the humbled,
the value of honour and hopes of your kindred, their dreams...
Sleep, my son while darkness is soothing,
while you can rest from the call
of duty...
Once you will ride to hardship and danger
and like your father you will be a ranger
Now dream...
Sleep, my child like in a nest eagle when the stars shine,
distant and regal
Sleep, gain
more strength, and courage
and strong will that you will need
to grow and fulfil
Sleep, my son
The night is a river
carrying you there
where silver
stars shiver
On streams of dreams
to a land without sorrow
where boys have fathers
and the mounds are hollow in dreams...
Sleep, my child the sun hides
till morrow
Her last rays a way
that elven ships follow
There, names are not secret that can bring a danger
And father to child doesn’t have to be stranger in dreams...
Sleep, my Hope and hope of your people
Than mighty oak your roots are deeper
Once you will know the pride of the humbled,
the value of honour and hopes of your kindred, their dreams...
Sleep, my son while darkness is soothing,
while you can rest from the call
of duty...
Once you will ride to hardship and danger
and like your father you will be a ranger
Now dream...
Sleep, my child like in a nest eagle when the stars shine,
distant and regal
Sleep, gain
more strength, and courage
and strong will that you will need
to grow and fulfil