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Winds of Change An Answer

Dah, dah, dee, dah, dee dah dum,
Dee, dah, dah, dey
Dah, dah, dee, dah, dee dah dum,
Dee, dah, dah, dey

On paths of stone, past gates of smoke
I stride from this my world of birth
Unto a place where Holy dwells
This I have done, this I believe

Dah, dah, dey
Dah, dah, dey

From Midgard fair I wander forth
Unto Yewdales, seeking wisdom
The Clan Warder, my Eldest Kin
Has Gifted me with safe passage
- LB

Beyond the Dales, I see the top
Of Yggdrasil, its blue-green leaves
The Winds of Change forever stir
Its twigs and limbs in shadowed dance
- SB

The yews of home surround me now
They green the Garth of Uller's Vale
I see His Lodge, a smile comes
A welcome sight, where welcome dwells
- LB

I enter in as times before
He nods and waves, I go to Him
I take a place by fireside
He's not alone, Others are there
- SB

They look at me in amusement
My heart They read like runestone bold
They know my mind and questions there
Their answer lives inside me now
- LB

Forever They will be in Worlds
For Theirs is Life of Timelessness
But Ending will become Theirs, too
For Time will out, even for Gods
- SB

Their Dooms and Deeds are in the Well
Deepest Orlay of all beings
Their Now and ours add to this Past
Shaping That Which Is Becoming
- LB

Then Uller reached and stroked my brow
He smile gave as Others did
A warmness came into my heart
I knew that I had seen it Right
- SB

I stood and bowed to He and Them
Their faces lined but gladsome, too
I thought my thanks, They nodded, waved
All faded out save Ull and I
- LB

The Archer stood and drew His knife
I offered hand, He cut my palm
Then cut His own, clasped wound to wound
Showing with Deed, Our Blood is One
- SB

His hand left mine and wounds closed up
Save thin pink line of reminder
That Godly Life and Mannish, too
Are bound up tight, One and the Same
- LB

For Blood to Blood and Life to Life
We hurt and heal, we err and learn
For otherwise is to be dead
Though one draws breath and walks around
- SB

The He stepped back looked me o'er
He shook His head, I knew that Look
I must reshape my life and self
To become best for Gods and Kin
- LB

I bowed again and took my leave
From homely lodge amongst the yews
And wended way through those green dales
Alone with thoughts of remaking
- SB

I came again unto myself
Alone with me, upon my chair
The Winds of Change do move me now
For I am branch of The One Tree
- LB

On paths of stone, past gates of smoke
I stride from this my world of birth
Unto a place where Holy dwells
This I have done, this I believe
- SB

On paths of stone, past gates of smoke
I stride from this my world of birth
Unto a place where Holy dwells
This I have done, this I believe
- LB

Stefn Ullarsson Piparskeggr

"In some of these songs I will use the old Folk song device of a nonsense word "bridge" between verses. This will be a mix of "long bridges" (LB) and "short bridges." (SB). The Long bridges will be just before the Burden stave and the short before each story stave, or evenly interspersed in songs with no set Burden. The bridges will be laid out in the first singing of each and the shorthand used thereafter. The bridges are included to fill the, to me, awkward silence I had heretofore had in the songs between staves."

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Image: Reenadinna Yew Wood, in the Killarney National Park.
This yew wood is unique in Ireland, and one of only three in Europe. Author: Nigel Cox.
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