Winter's Tale (filk)
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kjnMy filks have so far tended to be fan filk, or humorous, or both. Very few filks related to popular works of science fiction or fantasy, and not a single ose filk.
It's not that I have a disinclination for ose songs, but when Swedish song-writing offers stuff like Epistel 30 / Drick ur ditt glas (Trink Aus Dein Glas), Fredmans Epistel 81 / Märk hur vår skugga (in Swedish and Dutch) (Schau, Wie Die Nacht), Balladen om briggen Blue Bird av Hull, Somliga går med trasiga skor, or Flickan och kråkan (The Girl and the Raven), I didn't see any way for me to add anything worthwhile.
Until I listened to Vintersaga by Ted Ström again, specifically as done by Jerry Williams.
So this is Winter's Tale, using motifs from The Wheel of Time by Robert Jordan. My take on it also does some mix-and-match with the lines from Ted Ström's original version (with four verses) and the version that's usually sung (with three).
A Sea Folk darter trapped in ice by Bandar Ebon
Soldiers drill in Almoth in the snow
Watchtower by the Blight, a Tinker on her wagon
Falme's lighthouse where the storm hits land
Dense snow slowly melting in the steep hills of Caemlyn
Sweat in The Three Stars in Ebou Dar
Caravan in misty snow from Maradon to distant land
The lights go out in Tremalking
It is now the time when the Last Battle will begin
And from Aryth sea rise a frigid ice-chilled wind
The mist in Tear scratched by hammers of the smithies
and the ships are filled with refugees
A horse pulls a wagon against the wind on Whitebridge
A gleeman in Chachin sings "The Wind from the North"
The To'raken mighty bellow is driving through the night
The farms are dousing their last lights
A storm drenched Tanchico sends prayers to The Light
The Inner City staggers drunkenly
It is now the time when the Last Battle will begin
And from Aryth sea rise a frigid ice-chilled wind
Sailor's inn in Illian in the shadow of the ships
A Warder stabbed to death in Tar Valon
Snowed-in farms somewhere in the Two Rivers
And the drunks are taking over The Long Man
Far beyond the forest the melody goes silent
And the lights they flicker out and die
People huddle when the snowstorm strikes upon their land
Doors are closed, curtains they are pulled
It is now the time when the Last Battle will begin
And from Aryth sea rise a frigid ice-chilled wind
As usual, comments are welcome.
It's not that I have a disinclination for ose songs, but when Swedish song-writing offers stuff like Epistel 30 / Drick ur ditt glas (Trink Aus Dein Glas), Fredmans Epistel 81 / Märk hur vår skugga (in Swedish and Dutch) (Schau, Wie Die Nacht), Balladen om briggen Blue Bird av Hull, Somliga går med trasiga skor, or Flickan och kråkan (The Girl and the Raven), I didn't see any way for me to add anything worthwhile.
Until I listened to Vintersaga by Ted Ström again, specifically as done by Jerry Williams.
So this is Winter's Tale, using motifs from The Wheel of Time by Robert Jordan. My take on it also does some mix-and-match with the lines from Ted Ström's original version (with four verses) and the version that's usually sung (with three).
A Sea Folk darter trapped in ice by Bandar Ebon
Soldiers drill in Almoth in the snow
Watchtower by the Blight, a Tinker on her wagon
Falme's lighthouse where the storm hits land
Dense snow slowly melting in the steep hills of Caemlyn
Sweat in The Three Stars in Ebou Dar
Caravan in misty snow from Maradon to distant land
The lights go out in Tremalking
It is now the time when the Last Battle will begin
And from Aryth sea rise a frigid ice-chilled wind
The mist in Tear scratched by hammers of the smithies
and the ships are filled with refugees
A horse pulls a wagon against the wind on Whitebridge
A gleeman in Chachin sings "The Wind from the North"
The To'raken mighty bellow is driving through the night
The farms are dousing their last lights
A storm drenched Tanchico sends prayers to The Light
The Inner City staggers drunkenly
It is now the time when the Last Battle will begin
And from Aryth sea rise a frigid ice-chilled wind
Sailor's inn in Illian in the shadow of the ships
A Warder stabbed to death in Tar Valon
Snowed-in farms somewhere in the Two Rivers
And the drunks are taking over The Long Man
Far beyond the forest the melody goes silent
And the lights they flicker out and die
People huddle when the snowstorm strikes upon their land
Doors are closed, curtains they are pulled
It is now the time when the Last Battle will begin
And from Aryth sea rise a frigid ice-chilled wind
As usual, comments are welcome.
