Storyteller

Aislinn the Bard

Over hill over dale,
Past a bubbling stream
I’ll run, run, run
Till the day is done.
Run to catch my dreams.

Chorus:
Then my feet took off,
And my legs went too,
And my body was obliged to follow.
Me with my hands
And my mouth full of cress
And my mouth too dry to swallow.

As fast as dragons rise on wing
My feet will carry me.
I’ll run, run, run
And my heart will sing
A song of being free. (C)

The sky in the distance
Grows silvered gray
And my heart grows weary with dread.
I must run, run, run
My life to save;
Outrun the dreaded thread.

I ran, ran, ran,
Till I could run no more,
And my feet were sore indeed;
Then a dragonrider
Rescued me,
Out of my desperate need.

Chorus:
Then my feet took off,
And my legs went too,
And my body was obliged to follow.
Me with my hands
And my mouth full of cress
And my mouth too dry to swallow.
Me with my hands
And my mouth full of cress
And my mouth too dry to swallow.