Me and My Tinderbox (a bardess' song)
Supple earth, cool earth
Feet drink strong
Knees do twitch, eyes alight
knowing of high grass and song.
Sky is white to dark wide night
Air is moist as a moor
I'm home with my love, my own true love
My true and good dirt floor
My spit is aflame, my spot is claimed
My mind clear as a stone.
Knowing of comfort, comfort is knowing
This dirt floor is my home.
Where magic is simple, power is strong
Truth comes from the heart
The arrows are sharp and clean for me
Only I know where to start.
Flint to strike, fire is hot
Streams will lie right by
Rest in dried leaves, a cool, cool breeze.
Makes certain a good sound night.
But in this place, there can only be one.
Can only be one. Can only be one.
My eye, my foot and my tinderbox
are all that I need to have come.