[Bards] roll call

iainmacc at juno.com iainmacc at juno.com
Sun Jan 27 21:17:48 PST 2002


        My friends, neighbors and kinsmen, Greetings.

        In response to the roll call, I am Iain MacCrimmon. I am a singer
and sometime poet. I am much better at performance than I am at
composing, which leaves me QUITE short of repertoire.
        However, in response to Her Grace's gentle reminder about how we
should be sharing things, I thought I would post the following. The tune
is filked from Neil Young's "After the Gold Rush". It pounded on my skull
one day on the way to Steppes Warlord, and informed me that I would get
no peace until I wrote it down.
        Feel free to use this as you please, and to spread it as far and
wide as you think it deserves. I ask for no credit, I only ask that you
help me give it life. Over the years I have heard many, many songs about
love of Barony or Kingdom. Alas, I have heard few about love for the
Dream itself. I ask that this one be spread because it is a reminder of
why we join, and why we stay.


Yours in Service,


              Iain MacCrimmon


                                                Pass Down

        I was wishing there was a country
        Where a man was as good as his word.
        I'd been praying for it all my life
        Didn't think anyone had heard.
        It was a dream, ah just a dream,
        A dream that was absurd.
        And I could feel a hole where the Dream should be
        But I never said a word.
        I could feel the hole where that Dream should be
        But I never said a word.

        Well I went to a park one weekend
        To enjoy the sun and the sky,
        And there were Lords and Ladies, Kings and Queens,
        And banners flying high.
        It was a Dream, oh a living Dream,
        Set before my eye,
        And I remember my eyes were filled with tears
        But I couldn't tell you why.
        I found that my eyes were filled with tears
        But I couldn't tell you why.

        There were children carrying water.
        They were helping and having fun.
        There was no one making them do these things,
        They were sweet to everyone.
        Raised in a Dream, they lived in a Dream,
        Shining like the sun,
        And I didn't know how they'd become this way
        But a great thing had been done.
        I didn't know how they'd become this way
        But a great thing had been done.

        I was greeted by a Knight in armor
        Who had seen me standing on my own.
        And he told me about the Honor,
        How he felt it in his bones.
        Serving the Dream, they all served the Dream,
        I'd never be alone.
        And then a Lady took me gently by the hand,
        And bid me welcome to my home.
        A Lady took me gently by the hand,
        And bid me welcome to my home.

        It's been nineteen years this Sunday.
        I have watched the years as they flew.
        There were times of beauty, times of strife,
        And always much to do.
        We have a Dream, oh a magic Dream,
        A gift for just a few.
        I was given a Dream of honor
        And now I pass it on to you.
        I was given a gift of magic
        And now I pass it on...


                        Written in 2001, no copyright claimed or wanted.



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