Dragon's ear and druid's spear Protects you while the *Dworns are here The winds of wrath that chill cold at the the cloth That which drapes her shape upon the fangs of fear
I love you my love O Please taketh this heart which I bear O heal my sorrow O Weareth my arms like a charm Through the dales of your doom
Our lives are merely trees of possibilities.
Wait, wait while the which with a smile has got a lover on her lip Black cat sitting on my shoulder, and I'm glad Wait, wait while the which with a smile has got a lover on her lip Sweet little girl, head full of curls Ahhhhaaaaaa!
Black cat sitting on my shoulder, and I'm glad Black cat sitting on my shoulder, and I'm glad Black cat sitting on my shoulder, and I'm glad
(*Dworn-Machinery of war, a bronze frame with wheels of white ivory and the horns of a gazelle for steering, so sayeth Agadinmar.)