There Were Roses
My song for you this evening,
it's not to make you sad
Nor for adding to the sorrows
of this troubled northern land,
But lately I've been thinking and
it just won't leave my mind
I'll tell you of two friends one time
who were both clannies of thine.
Breaca McYokel,
she lived just across the fields,
A great lass for the music
and the dancing and the reels.
Egg he came from there as well
to court Breaca fair,
But his darkness and suspicion
was enough to chill the air.
There were roses, roses
There were roses
And the tears of the people
Ran together
Though Breaca, she was human,
Egg was of the wamphyri,
He ne'er could accept the fate
of love that could not be.
For his jealousy and passion,
it stood to consume them both,
And he couldn't let another give
the love she needed most.
Though the ground our fathers ploughed in,
the soil, it was the same,
And the places where we said our prayers
had just got different names.
We talked about the friends who died,
and we hoped there'd be no more.
It's little then I realized the tragedy in store.
It was on a Sat'day morning
when the awful deed was done.
Eregon had rolled the dice
and looked as if he'd won.
As he went to the plain of life,
and ended Helbron's reign.
T'was little then we realised
the suffering and the pain.
All Works are © Original Author
(OC Author - Paul Martin, after the anti-sectarianism song of the same name)