Post by The Librarian on Sept 2, 2011 6:10:07 GMT -8
A Soft Goodbye - Celtic Women
when the light begins to fade
and shadows fall across the sea,
one bright star in the evening sky.
your love's light leads me on my way.
there's a dream that will not sleep,
a burning hope that will not die.
so I must go now with the wind,
and leave you waiting on the tide.
time to fly, time to touch the sky.
one voice alone, a haunting cry.
one song, one star burning bright,
let it carry me through darkest night.
rain comes over the gray hills,
and on the air, a soft goodbye.
hear the song that I sing to you
when the time has come to fly.
when I leave and take the wind
and find the land that faith will bring,
the brightest star in the evening sky
is yours to find for me.
is yours to find for me.
*Phaen turned once again after ushering her party through the trod into the frigid plains of Arcadia. Raising her face to the dawn light cresting the mountains around the desert, a soft smile curled her lips. Looking back to the dunes that once was the Freehold of Mirage she whispered to herself*
"Places can erode away... places never last... it isn't the place its the people..."
*Phaen turned back to the trod and stepped through letting it close behind her and began her journey home*
when the light begins to fade
and shadows fall across the sea,
one bright star in the evening sky.
your love's light leads me on my way.
there's a dream that will not sleep,
a burning hope that will not die.
so I must go now with the wind,
and leave you waiting on the tide.
time to fly, time to touch the sky.
one voice alone, a haunting cry.
one song, one star burning bright,
let it carry me through darkest night.
rain comes over the gray hills,
and on the air, a soft goodbye.
hear the song that I sing to you
when the time has come to fly.
when I leave and take the wind
and find the land that faith will bring,
the brightest star in the evening sky
is yours to find for me.
is yours to find for me.
*Phaen turned once again after ushering her party through the trod into the frigid plains of Arcadia. Raising her face to the dawn light cresting the mountains around the desert, a soft smile curled her lips. Looking back to the dunes that once was the Freehold of Mirage she whispered to herself*
"Places can erode away... places never last... it isn't the place its the people..."
*Phaen turned back to the trod and stepped through letting it close behind her and began her journey home*