Miscellanous Songs
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These are songs that remind me of Shannara in some way or other, but don't fit anyplace specific in the chronology.
Lullaby for a Weary World -- by T. J. Burnside
I wonder how my world can live
I see her people dying
Oh, make me cradle to rock my weary world,
I wish that I could smooth away
Chorus
And if her fighting will not stop,
And when the stars have all burned out,
May God grant my precious world
Chorus
And make me a lullaby so sweet and fine
Gypsy -- by Suzanne Vega
You come from far away
Oh, hold me like a baby
You're the jester of this courtyard
Chorus
You have hands of raining water,
Chorus
With a long and slender body
But now hold me like a baby
Go to the lyrics of Forever Young
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The Druids take oaths of service to the Four Lands, and their sense of responsibility is their guiding principle. This song speaks of something very much like their will to protect the Four Lands.
as performed by Technical Difficulties on Please Stand By
With all the hate she harbors.
(Sleep, my weary world.)
And I'm scared of how long it may last,
And just how soon it all could end,
And I wish the power to stop it all
Could rest within my hand.
For such bold and bloody causes.
(Sleep, my weary world.)
And the bodies of the innocent
Are washed up on the lengthning shore,
While the rising tide of history
Just ebbs and flows again.
Make me a gentle voice to sooth her when she weeps,
Make my arms strong enough to hold her when she wakes,
And make me a lullaby so sweet and fine
That I can sing my weary world to sleep.
Her jagged shards of hatred.
(Sleep, my weary world.)
And though my hands may bleed and burn,
I'll hold my broken world to me
Until her ugly scars have healed
And peace may reign again.
I'll hold her that much closer,
And sing my lullaby above
The noise and pain of war.
And if her bleeding I can't staunch,
I'll bleed along beside her.
But I will not let her go,
No I'll never let her go.
I'll sing to her in darkness.
(Sleep, my weary world.)
And pray a tender God may find me
Huddled in the dark and cold,
And grant the precious world I shelter
One more change to live.
Another chance to love.
That I can sing my weary world to sleep.
Although this song does not related specifically to Allanon or the Druids, there's some sense in it about the wandering life and captured moments of understanding and happiness that makes it fit somehow.
as performed by Suzanne Vega on Solitude Standing
With pictures in your eyes
Of coffeeshops and morning streets
And the blue and silent sunrise.
But night is the cathedral
Where we recognized the sign;
We strangers know each other now
As part of the whole design.
That will not fall asleep.
Curl me up inside you
And let me hear you through the heat.
With a smile like a girl's,
Distracted by the women
With the dimples and the curls,
By the pretty and the mischievous,
By the timid and the blessed,
By the blowing skirts of ladies
Who promise to gather you to their breast.
And that earring in your ear.
The wisdom on your face
Denies the number of your years.
With the fingers of a potter
And the laughing tale of the fool,
The arranger of disorder
With your strange and simple rules.
Yeah, now I've met me another spinner
Of strange and gauzy threads,
With a long and slender body
And a bump upon the head.
And the sweetest softest hands.
And we'll blow away forever soon
And go on to different lands.
And please do not ever look for me,
But with me you will stay,
And you will hear yourself in song
Blowing by one day.
That will not fall asleep.
Curl me up inside you
And let me hear you through the heat.