Tell Me A Story, Mother
Tell me a story, mother,
Of the days of old,
When the world was young and fair,
And the skies were gold.
Tell me of the heroes,
Whose deeds were great and bold,
And of the lovely maidens,
Whose beauty was untold.
Tell me of the wonders,
That were wrought in days of yore,
Of the giants and the dragons,
And the monsters of the shore.
Tell me of the fairies,
Who danced in the moonlight,
And of the elves and goblins,
Who haunted the woodland bright.
Tell me of the treasures,
That were hidden in the earth,
Of the golden apples of the Hesperides,
And the fleece of gold that Jason won.
Tell me of the magic,
That was known in days of old,
Of the spells and incantations,
That could raise the dead from the cold.
Tell me of the legends,
That have come down to us,
Of the loves and sorrows,
Of the joys and griefs of old.
Tell me a story, mother,
Of the days of old,
When the world was young and fair,
And the skies were gold.