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Where you go?
Father, where go you when summer begins?
Where do you ride for atop your stallion?
Hills ring with thunder on the horizon.
You ride to the battles; what will they bring?
Come home father, home.
Come home father, home.
Brother, where go you in autumn’s red fire?
What honour binds you to fight for your sire?
The dragonships sail; the ravens fly higher.
Will they serve you for your funeral pyre?
Come home brother, home.
Come home brother, home.
Husband, where go you when falls winter’s snows?
What burns within you that calls you to go?
Smoke wings the breeze where the North Wind does blow.
When sounds the war drum, will you face the foe?
Come home husband, home.
Come home husband, home.
My son, where go you when comes the spring’s turn?
Why is it battle for which you must yearn?
Rivers run crimson and night fire burn.
When battle has ended, I pray you return.
Come home my son, home.
Come home my son, home.
© Helen Marshall
Helen Marshal is active in the SCA
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Image: "Siegfried and the Vassals" by Arthur Kampf