(To the Tune of “Flow Gently, Sweet Afton”)
Oh, Gleamdren, sweet Gleamdren
With beauty so rare.
No jewel can outshine you
Your face is so fair.
Yet, fairest of all is your kind and good heart,
You gave your own gown to a soul torn apart.
Oh, there are great maidens
Whose beauty is sublime.
Yet, none compares with the one for whom I pine.
I’ve heard tell of one
In great stories of old
Who faced a ruthless Wolf Lord,
For she was brave and bold.
Ah! Her courage is nothing
When one thinks of you.
Fair Gleamdren, you submitted to Death’s own dark
brood.
You were captured and rescued by one suitor so fine.
Who offered his love with few words but kind eyes.
Yet, you, my love Gleamdren
All suits do disdain.
For your love is greater than any proclaimed.
I’ve heard of One’s Love that cannot be explained,
For He loved others who bore him disdain.
Ah! But, happy maid, your love is better by far,
A goddess are you in your own rich bazaar.
Many admire you from near and from far,
And, you admire Yourself, my bright, shining star.
Oh, Gleamdren, sweet Gleamdren
With beauty so rare.
No jewel can outshine you
Your face is so fair.
Yet, fairest of all is your kind and good heart.
You gave your own gown to a soul torn apart.
NOTE: This song by Sir Eanrin, Chief Poet of Iubdan
Tynan and Great Queen Bebo is one of the most requested of the Bard’s
songs. Yet, for some unexplained reason, Queen Bebo does not allow
it to be performed frequently. Also, when it is performed by the
Chief Poet, Bebo’s cousin finds that her presence is required
elsewhere. As for the other maiden mentioned in the song, her name is
not known by me.
--Chief Scribe of Rudiobus
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