Sun Fire

In the golden hours of old,
Rosen tints on lands foretold
To bear the fruits of ancient wines
That flow like rivers, deep in time

The bells that ring, far down below
That move the hills and shake the bones
Who write the tales told ‘round the fires
That set hearts alight, makes them feel entire

That warrior’s song that shakes the grain
That makes them feel complete again
Alas the earth-bound songs are sung
As they dance with me until the day is done