Filk #100 - A Hundred Songs

Feb 05, 2011 02:32

Yeah, I know, proper Brit English would have it as "An Hundred Songs."  If Word grammar check doesn't put the green squiggle under it, I'm posting it as is.  Obviously not one of my better songs, but it does sum up a little bit about why I started on this crazy quest.  I knew the themes for songs 99 and 100 since I started the project and the lyrics and scansion worked themselves out,  I'm going to take a break now and work on mundania for a while.

Thanks you for visiting.  I'll have the lyric book ready for printing later today--all 139 pages!

A Hundred Songs


Fair Helen of the golden hair, emerald eyes and ruby lips

Her memory undimmed by time; “the face that launched a thousand ships”

This story by the poets told of Helen fair and Paris bold

Whose love throughout the ages burns while Troy is dust, her ashes cold

I claim no fame as Paris born; with music made I walk the Earth

And comfort give to those in need; not owning anything of worth

How then could I compete with Greece?  With nothing I could hope to do

I have no ships to offer up but merely songs to sing to you

A thousand songs that I would sing, with music fill your ev’ry day

And make the empty hollows ring with lines and choruses to play

Some songs that ache and some that teach and some to land within your heart

A thousand songs I may not reach, but I’ve a hundred songs to start

Within these pages monsters sleep to stumble forth when summoned out

And tales of knights and kings appear with mighty deeds to sing about

To entertain perhaps a thought, to calm the heart kept in exile

And leave a riddle without clue, or maybe just to make you smile

Mythology and fantasy from mankind’s ancient history

Vanished peoples leaving traces, disparate shades of mystery

The challenge lies within the mind to weave the tale as tapestry

And let it fly upon the wind though you’re the only one to see

Refrain

When muses mock the mortal man, a sculptor carves unfeeling stone

The poet, instrument in hand, performs upon the stage alone

From endless space with worlds unseen and journeys long across the deep

With lullabies that warm and ease and sing you to a peaceful sleep

Songs of heroes striving onward, with journeys made and heavens lost

And sacrifice that must be made, for friendship’s sake to know the cost

A thousand songs to dedicate to gods and goddesses above

Until that time I find the rhyme I leave a hundred songs of love

Refrain

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