A Song of Enedwaith - Of Dragons, Hillmen and our Forefathers' Oath
High are the skies the meadows wide
Where once Kings' road bound tranquil northern light
With summers breeze on fairest shore and sea.
The wild woods home to men to beast to ancient tree.
A shadow runs along the creek
Our horses trudge away the dust
Stout hearts encumbered with fatigue
A bray bestowing mutual trust.
