I've Heard of A Country In the North

Description too long - i have to put it in my note for reviewers down there *points* :)

I’ve heard of a country in the north

Where the springs never run dry

Where the fresh winds of wilderness

Never seem to die

I’ve heard of the lavender fields

As well as the ruthless cold

I’d fain cross borders my dear

To find this country of old

 

I’ve heard you’re struck dumbfounded

By mountains so high and valleys so deep

Heights surpass themselves up there

It all lies resting in its beauty sleep

 

I've heard of a place so far from here

Where the sun does not want to set

I've heard that the historic lands where you step

Sing songs you will never forget

I will rest by the Dibrian shiga and watch

How the peaks of Krínu burn

I will taste the waters of Novlitsa

I will drink its wisdom and learn

 

Truth, I will speak, when my journey is made

And songs, I will sing, to my love

Because even memories of greatness fade

And I will make them resound up above

Author's Note

Well my grandfather used to sing a song that started with the words "I've heard of a country in the north". It's a really old song and those words are all i can remember from it. I really liked it very much, so i decided to write my own continuation :)

Reviews

[Denham Cole]

It's good. Very readable. I enjoyed the write, and the new words (which must be localities and landmarks).
Nice!

[Shanny Rowanhill]

Thank you so much!