SONGS FOR TRAVELLING



This page contains various poems for travelling the many roads on Caelereth. Often sung by bards in the local taverns these songs also should be part of every adventurerer's repertoire. Also on this page you will find a few pieces that primarily speak of the beauty of one's own land, patriotic songs about the country or one's home.

 

WE ARE GILDEN
A
XARAMON PROVINCE PATRIOTIC SONG
BY DEKLITCH HARDIN

"We are Gilden" is a patriotic song about the Duchy of Gilden in Santharia's Xaramon Province in Southern Sarvonia. This song is rumoured to be the combination of some folk songs of the Kyranians, most notably the tunes of "Don't Be Standin' Behind Dem Kyrattin Fer Too Long" and "When Cyroan Came To the Kruswick Steppes" and this has no doubt been a part of the popularity of this song. Composed by Symaj Galgher for black birch baton and resonance organ, this song has been performed most noteably by Keim Dewant in a recent attempt by the Gilden Travel Guild (GTG) to promote interest in the Duchy amongst the members of the nobility who have many more Goldbards than they know what to do with. As well as the original song about Gilden, there have also been versions made of it about specific cities and regions within Gilden, and even the entire province if Xaramon. There are also rumours that there are parodies of "We Are Gilden" in existence, however the GTG refuses to acknowledge the presence of such songs. - Here then are the words to the most common version of this song ...

We are Gilden
Were the Duchy of Gilden, from the steppe down to the bays,
Were a part of Santharia, in the Province of Xaramon,
Come on and see us today!
We are Gilden! (We are Gilden)
And there is a lot to see! (There is a lot to see!)
Well amaze your eyes, bring wonder and surprise,
Theres no place that youd rather be!
We are Gilden!

Were the Duchy of Gilden, with history deep in the past,
Ruled once by the Kyranians and their cattle, Kyrattin,
But their kingdom, it just didnt last!
We are Gilden! (We are Gilden)
And there is a lot to see! (There is a lot to see!)
Well amaze your eyes, bring you wonder and surprise,
Theres no place that youd rather be!
We are Gilden!

Were the Duchy of Gilden, with Caelum, Naios and other cities,
Come visit the sights, of the days and the nights,
And the people who are willing to please!
We are Gilden! (We are Gilden)
And there is a lot to see! (There is a lot to see!)
Well amaze your eyes, bring you wonder and surprise,
Theres no place that youd rather be!
We are Gilden!
 

SAILING TO ZANDIRIA
BY BARD JUDITH

This song is one of a cycle which Bard Judith has composed and plans to perform before the Masters in Bardavos to earn her third bard's ring. It is dedicated to her friend and compeer in music, the bard Gean Firefeet. The subject, while ostensibly about one of the treacherously lovely islands in the Scattersand Shoal archipelago, 'Zandiria', also alludes to the journey we all must take at the end of our lives.

Sailing to Zandiria
With no compass or map
Where are the tides promised me
Do I seek but a trap

Bring me nearer
Nearer to Zandiria

Sailing to Zandiria
Aboard a boat with no sail
Dark winds be kind to me now
For every current that fails

Bring me nearer
Nearer to Zandiria

Sailing to Zandiria
Memory hauls in its line
Shoals hold no danger or fear
When nothing lingers to bind

Bring me here, nearer
Nearer to Zandiria


"Sailing to Zandiria", lyrics written and sung by Bard Judith.
Format: MP3, Length: 3:17. Original Santharian Work.

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THE FEELING THAT A MAN CRIES FOR
BY DEGAS ZUMMATRA

The following is an old sailing song, suspected to be Avennorian in origin. All written records of it neglect to provide an author. This leads some to believe it was written anonymously, others think the song is so old even the early Avennorians were unsure of its origin. The song has not been commonly sung for many years, however, occasionally in isolated fishing villages an old sailor may be caught whistling a familar tune...

Back from the ocean
With a tattered sail,
One mast lost
In a blinding gale,
Graceless men
And the stench of ale,
Such is the beauty
Of a sailor's tale!

Up comes the anchor
From the ocean floor,
Up come the sails
As we leave the shore,
Waves swell higher,
More and more,
This is the feeling
That a man cries for!

Wooden planks
Sail and mast,
Wheel and rudder,
Off at last!

See the rigging
Knots held fast,
The crows nest sways
As the wind does blast!

A ship sets off,
A sky thief cries,
And a twinkle grows
In a squinty eye,

Storms develop,
Winds arise,
Clouds abound,
In a savage sky.

Up comes the anchor
From the ocean floor,
Up come the sails
As we leave the shore,
The taste of adventure
As a ship explores,
This is the feeling
That a man cries for!
 

GERLUIC'S MARCHING SONG
BY ARCEON BARRURBELETH

The rumors are that an famous Aeruillin explorer and trader Gerluic Sandrider, on one of his biggest expeditions throughout Santharia sung this song on his way back to Aeruillin. It is said that Gerluic and his party were so tired up of the long journey that Gerluic proposed that they compose a song. As they traveled south so did new verses came up but when Gerluic came home to Shan'Zarathan the song was so long that he would remember the long and tiresome trip he had to undertake, so he decided to shorten the song and he chose six verses and named them simply "The Marching Song". Now the song is sung by Zarathian men to honor Gerluic and his heroic expedition, and now when people are on long travels, they think of Gerluic and how he shortened his long trip in a song and the people's paths become shorter as they sing this song.

We ride, we ride
we ride, we ride again.
o'er mountains of trolls...
there go many roads...
we ride passing the Lower Fores.

We cross, we cross
we cross, we cross again
to the shining south
the path we'll follow
we're crossing through the King's Hollow.

We stride, we stride
we stride, we stride again
pass Mithral's deep caves
through Marcogg city
to hear the bashing sound of waves.

We go, we go,
we go, we go again,
many stops and rests,
pass Marayan Gulf,
we reach the Sharadon Forests.

We walk, we walk
we walk, we walk again.
To far, distant lands
through wide Narfost Plain
we walk towards the south again.

We sail, we sail
we sail, we sail again.
From black Thalambath
over Burning Sea
into the land of sand again.
 

ODE TO THE DESERT
BY GEAN FIREFEET

The following poem is taken from the diaries of Gean Firefeet, Stratanian historian. Written on 1st Molten Ice in 1667, these verses were inspired by reading some anonymous poetry while residing in the Thirsty Herald, an inn just north of Strata in the Truban province. After retiring to his room, he contemplated the verses he had just read, resulting in a short recall of a hospitable Shendar family he had met on his travels. This moment of daydreaming he tried to capture in the poem found below.

O'er Rahaz Dath, the fields of golden
sands the North Wind blows
Until it breaks on Strata's walls
and round the city flows

with all its might and on its wings
it carries from the sands
the scent of all contained in these
both beauteous, dangerous lands.

And all who dare to turn their face
towards the blowing wind
will find that in the Rahaz Dath
the many odours hint

at all that life can offer us:
a painful death by snakes;
but also hospitality
which one meal simply makes

into a feast remembered long
by each one who was there;
the unforgiving heat, the calm
of each oasis fair.

And any who let wind embrace
his soul, was found in thought,
of memories of the lands beyond
the Yar'Dangs to the North.
 

ROVER VOICE
BY RAYNE AVALOTUS

Wondring underneath my step
Is this road on which I travel,
Leading me ever onward to
Where troubled hearts unravel.
The sky above me shimmers
With sunlight thick and gold,
And follows on this path I take
To places yet untold.

Aelirels are singings songs
In soft and unknown tongue,
Filling me with spirit
And making me feel young.
The clouds above are dancing,
White wool to warm cool skies,
And a bright sun to silhouette
The eagle as he flies.

In the High and Lower Fores
The Dwarven hammers cling,
While deep inside the Quallian
Sweet elvish voices sing.
Oh, to see grand Magic Towers
And where Cyrathrhim resided,
On a wonderous journey to a
Destination undecided.

And when the Injr falls
And its children softly smolder.
Let me sleep under the moon
Upon a grassy shoulder.
And should the rain come down
In silver strands of light,
Let me fear not the ashen clouds,
For this spirit o mine is bright!

Let me behold grand things,
See places the world forgot.
Let me smell and hear and taste,
Find things I never sought.
And let me find no true abode
But forever let me roam;
No matter if we settle or go,
We all find our way home.


I
'M A ROVER, I'M A RAMBLER
BY BARD JUDITH

Im a rover, Im a rambler,
And I rove
From town to town,
With my wagon and my ponies,
Theres no place
Id settle down.

Im a rover, Im a dancer,
And I dance
So wild and free,
Shake the bells and play the fiddle,
Dancings where
I long to be.

Im a rover, Im a player,
And I act
Both tale and true,
Don the mask and wear the costume,
Aye, performings
What I do.

Im a rover, Im a crafter,
And I make
Bright jewelry fine,
Brooches, buckles, rings and pendants,
Crafted to
My own design.

Im a rover, Im a seer,
And I tell
Your fortune true,
Copper in my palm thrice-dropping
Tells the fate
In store for you.

Im a rover, Im a healer,
Soothing for
Eyashas sake,
Binding wounds and bringing surcease,
I bear herbs
To salve your ache.

Im a rover, Im a singer,
Hear my melody
So fair,
Any tune or song comes natural,
Like a bird
Trilling to the air.

Im a rover, Im a rambler,
And I rove
From town to town,
With my wagon and my ponies,
Theres no place
Id settle down.
 

THE CALL AND THE LIGHT
BY TEKRADON

Well, the song does call me on and on,
And once I am there, then soon it's gone.
The song will move my feet again
When the time grows we-a-ry.

Tinnero, Tinneray!
The light of the road is shining on me!
Tinnero, Tinneray!
The light of the road is with me!

A wanderer loves the morning frost,
When he heeds the call, he never is lost.
Maybe he'll be back again
To give a su-um-mer's blessing.

Tinnero, Tinneray!
The light of the road is shining on me!
Tinnero, Tinneray!
The light of the road is with me!

The call will push me on and on,
Bask in the dusk and wake with the dawn.
And Grothar's wish will guide my feet
And let me respect the thunder.

Tinnero, Tinneray!
The light of the road is shining on me!
Tinnero, Tinneray!
The light of the road is with me!

I've seen barons lay on seats of gold,
Pining for power and wealth untold.
Etherus has them in his hold
And blinds them from the light.

Tinnero, Tinneray!
The light of the road is shining on me!
Tinnero, Tinneray!
The light of the road is with me!

The farmer's prayer is for the fall,
The sweetest blessing of Jeyriall.
I, for one, must heed the call
But first, let's bring in the foridus.

Tinnero, Tinneray!
The light of the road is shining on me!
Tinnero, Tinneray!
The light of the road is with me!

And as I reach the teeming coast,
I ponder Baveras's boast.
I still shall love the land the most
The sea is not for me.

Tinnero, Tinneray!
The light of the road is shining on me!
Tinnero, Tinneray!
The light of the road is with me!

(Additions by Bard Judith)

The woods are fair and the leaves are green,
And Arvin's deer have coats a-sheen,
No finer season to be seen,
Nor happier man could I be...

Tinnero, Tinneray!
The light of the road shine on me!
Tinnero, oh, tinneray!
The light of the road be with me!

(Additions by Viresse)

The dull glow'n light of tavern near
singin' voices prick thine ear;
take up an ale and join the song
drink and howl the whole night long!

Tinnero, Tinneray!
The light of the road shine on me!
Tinnero, oh, tinneray!
The light of the road be with me!

(An "unofficial" Hounds of Paelelon verse)

A grey whipping cloak a-flutters by
its owner thinks; "O who to die
at the end of my silken blade
and quell the voice this travel's made?"

Tinnero, Tinneray!
The light of the road shine on me!
Tinnero, oh, tinneray!
The light of the road be with me!

(An Sanhorrhim sea guide verse)

The bobbing sea-scape whispers soft
keeps our massive boat aloft,
Merfolk, Dolpholk; we sing as one
share our secrets, share the fun!

Tinnero, Tinneray!
The light of the Sea is shining on me!
Tinnero, Tinneray!
The light of the Sea is with me!

(Additions by Xarl)

I wander on beyond the sea
A traveler for eternity
I give the choice to Destiny
Down the road of the future.

Tinnero, Tinneray!
The light of the road shine on me!
Tinnero, oh, Tinneray!
The light of the road be with me!
 

FELLOWSHIP AND HONESTY
BY TEKRADON

Though the road is rough and the wind is cold,
They ne'er shall bother me.
For I have friends in many a place,
And I give my love for free.
Moonlight nights in Strata-town,
My best songs I would play.
And though the nights were wild there,
I knew I couldn't stay.

In Bolder there's still room for me,
One day I shall return
To the glorious trees which grace our lands
And to the gentle loving fern.
And my family, loving, by my side,
I can see them even now.
But how can I leave once I've returned?
I can't imagine how.

Some men boast and some men brag,
They'll tell you they are tough.
But those men of the honest type,
There never are enough.
An honest man who works the land
Will never treat you wrong.
And of his coarse and sturdy hands,
I honor with my song.

So let you go to any tavern you like,
And mention there my name.
And though the place be dark or grim,
They'll answer all the same.
"A glad man, he, but he never stayed.
He never did sit still."
And I hope when my final days have come,
They'll say I drank my fill.

Poems written by various team members